I cannot rest. I am not still. I rise to write.
The stillness of the night enters.
So it is written. So it is so.
Only now do I feel rested.
– Ms Toy Whisperer
Ostrich Pillow by Kawamura-Ganjavian
I am a writer who sells vintage books and toys. I write about the whimsy of life, family, thrifting, everything and nothing and whispers of the Holy Spirit.