It was here that they molded together, with no age or pecking order, just a group of kids, in comfortable space, creating memories. They laughed in sync, leaned on each other and for a moment, were like one entity.
You can pry a flower open only to have its petals fall apart. Or you can plant, water, sing to, love on and shine upon a bud and just wait for that glorious bloom. That is true strength, after all, the patience in one’s breath, the willingness to nurture and permit, the allowance of time.
November 2018 will forever be the month I lived towards.
Over our crafting we talked about life, holiday plans, beloved family and friends, desires and struggles. Our words and laughter drifted out and fell upon our working hands like the drizzling rain outside the tent. And when we would go home to hang the wreath, all the love and fun would be there, hanging up with against the fragrant branches and decorative bows.
But even more importantly, what I have acquired is a keen sense of self, and I’ve transformed into dressing myself for comfort and that sense of satisfaction before a mirror. This matters more than what any highly paid fashion influencer may suggest I fall in love with.
When you start at the roots of a place, when you consider the history and the stories, the value of the land and its people, when this is where you begin everything that builds and grows from it comes from that place. And everyone can feel it.
Hurricane Lane got a lot of us feeling a little exposed right now.
There’s an electric excitement around here today. The family is elated and all moods are elevated. We have something to celebrate. Today our youngest, wildest, and most vivacious in the bunch turns five years old.
Sometimes silence calls. It sits you down and shuts you up. But we are never really quiet, nope. The mind is always moving, even when we are asleep. Dreaming, thinking, working it out.
Soap got everywhere, the kids got soaked. It ended up being a great memory out of an otherwise frustrating day.