The Absinthe Minded Curator

On the weekends and days off work I used to start my mornings in the sunroom, make a chai, burn a papier d'Armenie, and turn on background noise - like thunderstorms or classical music- depending on my mood.

Somewhere the ritual slipped and I woke up and binge watched tv instead.

I became a consumer and not a creator.

Today I'm returning to ritual. Reclaiming myself and the muse within.