i’m not really over any of it—
this magic: the color. the sights.
breathlessly experiencing dreams, lucid like.
sure, i still get angsty. sometimes i don’t sleep, my mind’s too busy–
frustration. apathy. this is the shadow i live with. healing is constant. change is constant.
growth, i hope, is constant. along with the growing pains.
but i’ve learned that gratitude transforms curses to blessings.
perspective shifts pain into healing wisdom–
with focus and imagination we create our visions— our dreams become real.
call it journeying. call it magic. call it alchemy. call it medicine. but i call it real. i believe because i’m learning these ways— i have discovered hidden realms where i can devote my time to my visions and my passions.
raising my children with home-grown zucchini bread. sun warm berries. forest and wildness and finding medicine every day. do you understand how incredibly crucial it is to let your heart lead you? this requires courage. this requires leaps of faith. this is how home is found.
life unfolds slowly. i ask myself questions: how do i want to support myself? how can i best serve the earth and connect healing community? all while balancing the needs of everyday living with two growing sons. thankful, for this place to raise them. thankful, for a committed lover who has no fear when it comes to loving both me and my children.
this is a *small* *coughcough* *photo habituated* selection of our first summer in this place that used to be a dream, and still is.
it’s home. it surrounds us. it is sweet. honoring this creation. sharing this beauty.