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- The hills west of our valley are lined with mostly evergreens, plantings of oak and maple, birch and aspen tucked within the towering forest of that deep dark blue tinted green of fir creating "Pockets of gold," this is what I call it, and I have been wide-eyed over the contrast this season. It is stunning, and so fleeting, these minutes of blazing beauty and hot color amidst the cold. Nature has a way with me, whatever I am drawn too, circles back around and provides me with what I need at the time, gifting me with blankets of insight, a warm cup of perspective, a shelter of peace. Today, as I thought about these trees, the words of my all-wise grandmother came to mind, "I think it is very important that people understand that we all have our issues, that the pictures are beautiful and true, and also our issues are true." I began having panic attacks in the beginning of October, onsets of mystery symptoms that came on severely, without warning, elusive and dabilitating. I have never felt so vulnerable in my body, so alone in the darkness of myself. And I never knew just how much I have been carrying around fear until this. Pockets of gold amidst the dark cold. Over several weeks I have been learning how to amend my mind, moving slowly and intentionally through minutes of days, with the sole focus to be aware of thoughts that habitually grow from corners, that are harmful and fearing, remove, and replant with what is good, lovely, pure. I think upon these things. Repeat every second, so often. Imagine, a life without worry, where there is no problem. Where there is no barrier between you and the result you long for, the best result you can envision, see it. Imagine. There is no problem. Prayer. Humbled before my Creator, being taught how to communicate in the silence, speaking, receiving life in moments of stillness and quiet. Trust. Placing this, from my hands to the hands that hold the universe, choosing to relieve my control and to rest. Knowing, there is a sacred realm of living that few find unless they walk quietly. Pockets of gold, the contrasting picture of beauty and pain. It is not separate, it is one. More vivid and beautiful in its wholeness. True.
- The hills west of our valley are lined with mostly evergreens, plantings of oak and maple, birch and aspen tucked within the towering forest of that deep dark blue tinted green of fir creating "Pockets of gold," this is what I call it, and I have been wide-eyed over the contrast this season. It is stunning, and so fleeting, these minutes of blazing beauty and hot color amidst the cold. Nature has a way with me, whatever I am drawn too, circles back around and provides me with what I need at the time, gifting me with blankets of insight, a warm cup of perspective, a shelter of peace. Today, as I thought about these trees, the words of my all-wise grandmother came to mind, "I think it is very important that people understand that we all have our issues, that the pictures are beautiful and true, and also our issues are true." I began having panic attacks in the beginning of October, onsets of mystery symptoms that came on severely, without warning, elusive and dabilitating. I have never felt so vulnerable in my body, so alone in the darkness of myself. And I never knew just how much I have been carrying around fear until this. Pockets of gold amidst the dark cold. Over several weeks I have been learning how to amend my mind, moving slowly and intentionally through minutes of days, with the sole focus to be aware of thoughts that habitually grow from corners, that are harmful and fearing, remove, and replant with what is good, lovely, pure. I think upon these things. Repeat every second, so often. Imagine, a life without worry, where there is no problem. Where there is no barrier between you and the result you long for, the best result you can envision, see it. Imagine. There is no problem. Prayer. Humbled before my Creator, being taught how to communicate in the silence, speaking, receiving life in moments of stillness and quiet. Trust. Placing this, from my hands to the hands that hold the universe, choosing to relieve my control and to rest. Knowing, there is a sacred realm of living that few find unless they walk quietly. Pockets of gold, the contrasting picture of beauty and pain. It is not separate, it is one. More vivid and beautiful in its wholeness. True.
- The hills west of our valley are lined with mostly evergreens, plantings of oak and maple, birch and aspen tucked within the towering forest of that deep dark blue tinted green of fir creating "Pockets of gold," this is what I call it, and I have been wide-eyed over the contrast this season. It is stunning, and so fleeting, these minutes of blazing beauty and hot color amidst the cold. Nature has a way with me, whatever I am drawn too, circles back around and provides me with what I need at the time, gifting me with blankets of insight, a warm cup of perspective, a shelter of peace. Today, as I thought about these trees, the words of my all-wise grandmother came to mind, "I think it is very important that people understand that we all have our issues, that the pictures are beautiful and true, and also our issues are true." I began having panic attacks in the beginning of October, onsets of mystery symptoms that came on severely, without warning, elusive and dabilitating. I have never felt so vulnerable in my body, so alone in the darkness of myself. And I never knew just how much I have been carrying around fear until this. Pockets of gold amidst the dark cold. Over several weeks I have been learning how to amend my mind, moving slowly and intentionally through minutes of days, with the sole focus to be aware of thoughts that habitually grow from corners, that are harmful and fearing, remove, and replant with what is good, lovely, pure. I think upon these things. Repeat every second, so often. Imagine, a life without worry, where there is no problem. Where there is no barrier between you and the result you long for, the best result you can envision, see it. Imagine. There is no problem. Prayer. Humbled before my Creator, being taught how to communicate in the silence, speaking, receiving life in moments of stillness and quiet. Trust. Placing this, from my hands to the hands that hold the universe, choosing to relieve my control and to rest. Knowing, there is a sacred realm of living that few find unless they walk quietly. Pockets of gold, the contrasting picture of beauty and pain. It is not separate, it is one. More vivid and beautiful in its wholeness. True.
- October 14, 2017 "A Song in a Year of Catastrophe" by Wendell Berry I began to be followed by a voice saying:"It can't last. It can't last. Harden yourself. Harden yourself. Be ready. Be ready. Go look under the leaves" it said, "for what is living there is long dead in your tongue." And it said, "Put your hands into the earth. Live close to the ground. Learn the darkness. Gather round you all the things that you love, name their names, prepare to lose them. It will be as if all you know were turned around within your body." And I went and put my hands into the ground and they took root and grew into a season's harvest. I looked beyond the veil of the leaves, and heard voices that I knew had been dead in my tongue years before my birth. I learned the dark. And still the voice stayed with me. Waking in the early mornings, I could hear it, like a bird bemused among the leaves, a mockingbird idly singing in the autumn of catastrophe: "Be ready. Be ready. Harden yourself.Harden yourself." And I heard the sound of a great engine pounding in the air, and a voice asking: "Change or slavery? Hardship or slavery?" And voices answering: "Slavery! Slavery!" And I was afraid, loving what I knew would be lost. Then the voice following me said: "You have not yet come close enough. Come nearer the ground. Learn from the woodcock in the woods whose feathering is a ritual of the fallen leaves, and from the nesting quail whose speckling makes her hard to see in the long grass. Study the coat of the mole. For the farmer shall wear the furrows and the greenery of his fields, and bear the long standing of the woods." . . And I asked: "You mean death, then?" "Yes," the voice said. "Die into what the earth requires of you." I let go all holds then, and sank like a hopeless swimmer into the earth, and at last came fully into the ease and the joy of that place, all my lost ones returning.
- October 14, 2017 "A Song in a Year of Catastrophe" by Wendell Berry I began to be followed by a voice saying:"It can& #39;t last. It can& #39;t last. Harden yourself. Harden yourself. Be ready. Be ready. Go look under the leaves" it said, "for what is living there is long dead in your tongue." And it said, "Put your hands into the earth. Live close to the ground. Learn the darkness. Gather round you all the things that you love, name their names, prepare to lose them. It will be as if all you know were turned around within your body." And I went and put my hands into the ground and they took root and grew into a season& #39;s harvest. I looked beyond the veil of the leaves, and heard voices that I knew had been dead in my tongue years before my birth. I learned the dark. And still the voice stayed with me. Waking in the early mornings, I could hear it, like a bird bemused among the leaves, a mockingbird idly singing in the autumn of catastrophe: "Be ready. Be ready. Harden yourself.Harden yourself." And I heard the sound of a great engine pounding in the air, and a voice asking: "Change or slavery? Hardship or slavery?" And voices answering: "Slavery! Slavery!" And I was afraid, loving what I knew would be lost. Then the voice following me said: "You have not yet come close enough. Come nearer the ground. Learn from the woodcock in the woods whose feathering is a ritual of the fallen leaves, and from the nesting quail whose speckling makes her hard to see in the long grass. Study the coat of the mole. For the farmer shall wear the furrows and the greenery of his fields, and bear the long standing of the woods." . . And I asked: "You mean death, then?" "Yes," the voice said. "Die into what the earth requires of you." I let go all holds then, and sank like a hopeless swimmer into the earth, and at last came fully into the ease and the joy of that place, all my lost ones returning.
- October 14, 2017 "A Song in a Year of Catastrophe" by Wendell Berry I began to be followed by a voice saying:"It can't last. It can't last. Harden yourself. Harden yourself. Be ready. Be ready. Go look under the leaves" it said, "for what is living there is long dead in your tongue." And it said, "Put your hands into the earth. Live close to the ground. Learn the darkness. Gather round you all the things that you love, name their names, prepare to lose them. It will be as if all you know were turned around within your body." And I went and put my hands into the ground and they took root and grew into a season's harvest. I looked beyond the veil of the leaves, and heard voices that I knew had been dead in my tongue years before my birth. I learned the dark. And still the voice stayed with me. Waking in the early mornings, I could hear it, like a bird bemused among the leaves, a mockingbird idly singing in the autumn of catastrophe: "Be ready. Be ready. Harden yourself.Harden yourself." And I heard the sound of a great engine pounding in the air, and a voice asking: "Change or slavery? Hardship or slavery?" And voices answering: "Slavery! Slavery!" And I was afraid, loving what I knew would be lost. Then the voice following me said: "You have not yet come close enough. Come nearer the ground. Learn from the woodcock in the woods whose feathering is a ritual of the fallen leaves, and from the nesting quail whose speckling makes her hard to see in the long grass. Study the coat of the mole. For the farmer shall wear the furrows and the greenery of his fields, and bear the long standing of the woods." . . And I asked: "You mean death, then?" "Yes," the voice said. "Die into what the earth requires of you." I let go all holds then, and sank like a hopeless swimmer into the earth, and at last came fully into the ease and the joy of that place, all my lost ones returning.
- Tonight, I was romanced in a new way. I stood before a sky illuminated in color and light resembling nothing in comparison. And it was like a greatest gesture of love, a gift so intimate, and I could hear the words of my Creator resounding within me knowingly of who I am. Knowing what can stop me in mid step, throw my boots on backwards to run outside and stand with my head up to the clouds in laughter and tears. Ecstatic joy. Humble presence. Wonderful, Awesome, Most High. #willamettevalley #oregongirl #pnwliving #pnwonderland
- Tonight, I was romanced in a new way. I stood before a sky illuminated in color and light resembling nothing in comparison. And it was like a greatest gesture of love, a gift so intimate, and I could hear the words of my Creator resounding within me knowingly of who I am. Knowing what can stop me in mid step, throw my boots on backwards to run outside and stand with my head up to the clouds in laughter and tears. Ecstatic joy. Humble presence. Wonderful, Awesome, Most High. #willamettevalley #oregongirl #pnwliving #pnwonderland
- Tonight, I was romanced in a new way. I stood before a sky illuminated in color and light resembling nothing in comparison. And it was like a greatest gesture of love, a gift so intimate, and I could hear the words of my Creator resounding within me knowingly of who I am. Knowing what can stop me in mid step, throw my boots on backwards to run outside and stand with my head up to the clouds in laughter and tears. Ecstatic joy. Humble presence. Wonderful, Awesome, Most High. #willamettevalley #oregongirl #pnwliving #pnwonderland
- I hiked alone today, something I rarely get to do anymore. I love walking with my three year old but we don't move much and well, it's just a different kind of experience. On the trail in the quiet with my mind to myself I was reminded of how undeniable the effect is when I am in nature. The moment my body leaves the house and the town and my feet land on soil and my lungs breath the forest air, and my eyes focus on the changing colors and I smell fermenting apples and I feel the sun on my face and I hear nothing but birdsong and the crunching sound of earth beneath me- it's me at my best. Whether it's sickness, an argument, stress, it ceases here. I have lived twelve years in the city, in every corner in more houses then I can count with two hands, and sometimes it feels so normal, urban living, but as I am learning more about myself and paying closer attention to my health, there is a direct link to my daily stress, physical symptoms and emotional well being, simply from living in the suburbs and being surrounded by the noise, activity, man-made everything. This is all to say, in relating to yesterday's post on manifesting my homestead, that I am more confident then ever that this is not a fancy want, but a necessity to live life to its fullest, body, soul and mind through an outward setting. Have you had clues to what makes you more alive? When do the chronic headaches subside? What relieves the tension in your shoulders? What evokes peaceful conversations and smiles? Where is it you are at your best? #truth #livethedream #naturalist #pnwliving #oregongirl #willamettevalley
- I hiked alone today, something I rarely get to do anymore. I love walking with my three year old but we don& #39;t move much and well, it& #39;s just a different kind of experience. On the trail in the quiet with my mind to myself I was reminded of how undeniable the effect is when I am in nature. The moment my body leaves the house and the town and my feet land on soil and my lungs breath the forest air, and my eyes focus on the changing colors and I smell fermenting apples and I feel the sun on my face and I hear nothing but birdsong and the crunching sound of earth beneath me- it& #39;s me at my best. Whether it& #39;s sickness, an argument, stress, it ceases here. I have lived twelve years in the city, in every corner in more houses then I can count with two hands, and sometimes it feels so normal, urban living, but as I am learning more about myself and paying closer attention to my health, there is a direct link to my daily stress, physical symptoms and emotional well being, simply from living in the suburbs and being surrounded by the noise, activity, man-made everything. This is all to say, in relating to yesterday& #39;s post on manifesting my homestead, that I am more confident then ever that this is not a fancy want, but a necessity to live life to its fullest, body, soul and mind through an outward setting. Have you had clues to what makes you more alive? When do the chronic headaches subside? What relieves the tension in your shoulders? What evokes peaceful conversations and smiles? Where is it you are at your best? #truth #livethedream #naturalist #pnwliving #oregongirl #willamettevalley
- I hiked alone today, something I rarely get to do anymore. I love walking with my three year old but we don't move much and well, it's just a different kind of experience. On the trail in the quiet with my mind to myself I was reminded of how undeniable the effect is when I am in nature. The moment my body leaves the house and the town and my feet land on soil and my lungs breath the forest air, and my eyes focus on the changing colors and I smell fermenting apples and I feel the sun on my face and I hear nothing but birdsong and the crunching sound of earth beneath me- it's me at my best. Whether it's sickness, an argument, stress, it ceases here. I have lived twelve years in the city, in every corner in more houses then I can count with two hands, and sometimes it feels so normal, urban living, but as I am learning more about myself and paying closer attention to my health, there is a direct link to my daily stress, physical symptoms and emotional well being, simply from living in the suburbs and being surrounded by the noise, activity, man-made everything. This is all to say, in relating to yesterday's post on manifesting my homestead, that I am more confident then ever that this is not a fancy want, but a necessity to live life to its fullest, body, soul and mind through an outward setting. Have you had clues to what makes you more alive? When do the chronic headaches subside? What relieves the tension in your shoulders? What evokes peaceful conversations and smiles? Where is it you are at your best? #truth #livethedream #naturalist #pnwliving #oregongirl #willamettevalley
- Today I made a list to manifest my homestead. This is a very personal, deep rooted longing that I have kept for years in waiting as we have pursued Ryan's ongoing education to further his talents and our goal for a stable income. I have been patient, but I will admit the last few years disheartened, and resentful toward some (who if only knew what it would mean to us to have the tiniest fraction of what they have) and ah, well, I know how that sounds now and how it resounded from my own heart-space pinned to an overgrown negative perspective. I grew tired of hoping and daydreaming with no real plan on paper and let the feelings have residence. But I have begun unpacking, and filtering through, learning how to remove what has curtained the light within me. And I've been learning at the feet of different teachers about manifesting what you desire, asking and receiving, and I realize how no matter the trying and striving and struggle, the perspective wins. So from this point forward I am believing in my future, our dreams, and putting it down on paper whether it pencils out or makes rational sense. Because it doesn't. What we have in vision is way out of reach for us, but I really want to prove goodness, and miracles, and provision and how following a spirit that has nothing to do with cash flow, but faith can bring to fruition what is desired. So on the list there's details like: white farmhouse, full of light, no mold, new electrical wiring and westward views. Haha! And then I give an estimate range, 700-1,000 sq feet. 2-50 acres hah! Rural, secluded but not isolated. Close to neighbor's and community. Then there's the heart of it- where we can cultivate hard work and happiness, a place where we can help share love and healing and truth and help other's dreams come true. A place that outlives us, able to be given to the next generation. So, in closing, who else out there is removing the dirty stuff, replacing it with what you truly want and believing it will come to pass? Who else wants to believe with me? Let's see what happens! #truth #manifestation #livethedream
- Today I made a list to manifest my homestead. This is a very personal, deep rooted longing that I have kept for years in waiting as we have pursued Ryan& #39;s ongoing education to further his talents and our goal for a stable income. I have been patient, but I will admit the last few years disheartened, and resentful toward some (who if only knew what it would mean to us to have the tiniest fraction of what they have) and ah, well, I know how that sounds now and how it resounded from my own heart-space pinned to an overgrown negative perspective. I grew tired of hoping and daydreaming with no real plan on paper and let the feelings have residence. But I have begun unpacking, and filtering through, learning how to remove what has curtained the light within me. And I& #39;ve been learning at the feet of different teachers about manifesting what you desire, asking and receiving, and I realize how no matter the trying and striving and struggle, the perspective wins. So from this point forward I am believing in my future, our dreams, and putting it down on paper whether it pencils out or makes rational sense. Because it doesn& #39;t . What we have in vision is way out of reach for us, but I really want to prove goodness, and miracles, and provision and how following a spirit that has nothing to do with cash flow, but faith can bring to fruition what is desired. So on the list there& #39;s details like: white farmhouse, full of light, no mold, new electrical wiring and westward views. Haha! And then I give an estimate range, 700-1,000 sq feet. 2-50 acres hah! Rural, secluded but not isolated. Close to neighbor& #39;s and community. Then there& #39;s the heart of it- where we can cultivate hard work and happiness, a place where we can help share love and healing and truth and help other& #39;s dreams come true. A place that outlives us, able to be given to the next generation. So, in closing, who else out there is removing the dirty stuff, replacing it with what you truly want and believing it will come to pass? Who else wants to believe with me? Let& #39;s see what happens! #truth #manifestation #livethedream
- Today I made a list to manifest my homestead. This is a very personal, deep rooted longing that I have kept for years in waiting as we have pursued Ryan's ongoing education to further his talents and our goal for a stable income. I have been patient, but I will admit the last few years disheartened, and resentful toward some (who if only knew what it would mean to us to have the tiniest fraction of what they have) and ah, well, I know how that sounds now and how it resounded from my own heart-space pinned to an overgrown negative perspective. I grew tired of hoping and daydreaming with no real plan on paper and let the feelings have residence. But I have begun unpacking, and filtering through, learning how to remove what has curtained the light within me. And I've been learning at the feet of different teachers about manifesting what you desire, asking and receiving, and I realize how no matter the trying and striving and struggle, the perspective wins. So from this point forward I am believing in my future, our dreams, and putting it down on paper whether it pencils out or makes rational sense. Because it doesn't. What we have in vision is way out of reach for us, but I really want to prove goodness, and miracles, and provision and how following a spirit that has nothing to do with cash flow, but faith can bring to fruition what is desired. So on the list there's details like: white farmhouse, full of light, no mold, new electrical wiring and westward views. Haha! And then I give an estimate range, 700-1,000 sq feet. 2-50 acres hah! Rural, secluded but not isolated. Close to neighbor's and community. Then there's the heart of it- where we can cultivate hard work and happiness, a place where we can help share love and healing and truth and help other's dreams come true. A place that outlives us, able to be given to the next generation. So, in closing, who else out there is removing the dirty stuff, replacing it with what you truly want and believing it will come to pass? Who else wants to believe with me? Let's see what happens! #truth #manifestation #livethedream
- My sister @sarahrahmae left for Hawaii yesterday. It's a grand move on her part, not your typical Island vacation but a relocation for the purpose of learning how to heal a body, mind and soul, while using what work her hands can do. It's the kind of choice that's made in faith rather than fear, trusting that physical health and financial provision will meet her there. Sarah shares a bit of her story and reasons for her travel on her GO FUND ME page. LINK IS IN MY BIO. I'm encouraging you to follow along through her Insta if you don't already, and read her go fund me. We are still raising funds to help offset costs of medications and food expenses due to her health conditions and more than anything she would love your kind words, positive thoughts and loving prayers as she begins this new adventure. Thank you to those of you who have already given so much. #flowerpower #flowersonyourhead #floralart #farmerflorist #livethedream #healing
- My sister @sarahrahmae left for Hawaii yesterday. It& #39;s a grand move on her part, not your typical Island vacation but a relocation for the purpose of learning how to heal a body, mind and soul, while using what work her hands can do. It& #39;s the kind of choice that& #39;s made in faith rather than fear, trusting that physical health and financial provision will meet her there. Sarah shares a bit of her story and reasons for her travel on her GO FUND ME page. LINK IS IN MY BIO. I& #39;m encouraging you to follow along through her Insta if you don& #39;t already, and read her go fund me. We are still raising funds to help offset costs of medications and food expenses due to her health conditions and more than anything she would love your kind words, positive thoughts and loving prayers as she begins this new adventure. Thank you to those of you who have already given so much. #flowerpower #flowersonyourhead #floralart #farmerflorist #livethedream #healing
- My sister @sarahrahmae left for Hawaii yesterday. It's a grand move on her part, not your typical Island vacation but a relocation for the purpose of learning how to heal a body, mind and soul, while using what work her hands can do. It's the kind of choice that's made in faith rather than fear, trusting that physical health and financial provision will meet her there. Sarah shares a bit of her story and reasons for her travel on her GO FUND ME page. LINK IS IN MY BIO. I'm encouraging you to follow along through her Insta if you don't already, and read her go fund me. We are still raising funds to help offset costs of medications and food expenses due to her health conditions and more than anything she would love your kind words, positive thoughts and loving prayers as she begins this new adventure. Thank you to those of you who have already given so much. #flowerpower #flowersonyourhead #floralart #farmerflorist #livethedream #healing
- This gal, this woman, my sister, she'll be living on a tropical island tomorrow! I'm not trying to hold the tears in, because it's all joy for why I cry. I have lived a year of magic and mystery, with you by my side @sarahrahmae, the wonders, the heart wrenching pain of loss, the doubt, the hope, the color, the creativity, the struggle, the love. Thank you for sharing it all with me. I'm so proud of you and so EXCITED!!!! . "If there's a hole in your soul you better fill it, if your cup is overflowing don't spill it. You better hold it while the whole world is spinning around and when your eyes look down at another just remember that he's your own brother. This kind of love ain't gonna go under I've found, and when you love one another only good rain comes down. And if your feeling like you've stopped learning, if the wood in your fire ain't burning, you better spark a match start turning your wheel, you better turn so it's right, start living. Stop taking and start giving, this is the one thing missing I feel, the love of one another is the only thing real. Don't let your blessings turn into stone, that kind of life will leave you alone. And if your heart is troubled by a feeling just remember there's a way to spark healing, the first step is when you start believing it's real." -Trevor Hall from the song "Good Rain" . . .photo by @lauraheartsbilly #sisters #kindred #soulsisters #flowerpower
- This gal, this woman, my sister, she& #39;ll be living on a tropical island tomorrow! I& #39;m not trying to hold the tears in, because it& #39;s all joy for why I cry. I have lived a year of magic and mystery, with you by my side @sarahrahmae , the wonders, the heart wrenching pain of loss, the doubt, the hope, the color, the creativity, the struggle, the love. Thank you for sharing it all with me. I& #39;m so proud of you and so EXCITED!!!! . "If there& #39;s a hole in your soul you better fill it, if your cup is overflowing don& #39;t spill it. You better hold it while the whole world is spinning around and when your eyes look down at another just remember that he& #39;s your own brother. This kind of love ain& #39;t gonna go under I& #39;ve found, and when you love one another only good rain comes down. And if your feeling like you& #39;ve stopped learning, if the wood in your fire ain& #39;t burning, you better spark a match start turning your wheel, you better turn so it& #39;s right, start living. Stop taking and start giving, this is the one thing missing I feel, the love of one another is the only thing real. Don& #39;t let your blessings turn into stone, that kind of life will leave you alone. And if your heart is troubled by a feeling just remember there& #39;s a way to spark healing, the first step is when you start believing it& #39;s real." -Trevor Hall from the song "Good Rain" . . .photo by @lauraheartsbilly #sisters #kindred #soulsisters #flowerpower
- This gal, this woman, my sister, she'll be living on a tropical island tomorrow! I'm not trying to hold the tears in, because it's all joy for why I cry. I have lived a year of magic and mystery, with you by my side @sarahrahmae, the wonders, the heart wrenching pain of loss, the doubt, the hope, the color, the creativity, the struggle, the love. Thank you for sharing it all with me. I'm so proud of you and so EXCITED!!!! . "If there's a hole in your soul you better fill it, if your cup is overflowing don't spill it. You better hold it while the whole world is spinning around and when your eyes look down at another just remember that he's your own brother. This kind of love ain't gonna go under I've found, and when you love one another only good rain comes down. And if your feeling like you've stopped learning, if the wood in your fire ain't burning, you better spark a match start turning your wheel, you better turn so it's right, start living. Stop taking and start giving, this is the one thing missing I feel, the love of one another is the only thing real. Don't let your blessings turn into stone, that kind of life will leave you alone. And if your heart is troubled by a feeling just remember there's a way to spark healing, the first step is when you start believing it's real." -Trevor Hall from the song "Good Rain" . . .photo by @lauraheartsbilly #sisters #kindred #soulsisters #flowerpower
- A multitude of thoughts going through my mind and just as much to do, but let's also mention how I haven't stopped smiling since yesterday's rain, how amidst the world's spinning chaos and calamity, I met a young woman who told me good news, a story of love and nurture in the foster care system, hope for two newborn babes, how the air is cool today and fresh, how bright these zinnias are in my arms, how a morning coffee date with my sister is the best tasting medicine, how life is intermixed with the tragic and the beauty, the laughter and the pain, the heavy heart saving room for hope, longing for it, needing it, looking for it. It's waiting to be found. Seek it out. #flowerpower #farmerflorist #oregongirl #pnwliving #zinnia #urbanfarmer #floralart
- A multitude of thoughts going through my mind and just as much to do, but let& #39;s also mention how I haven& #39;t stopped smiling since yesterday& #39;s rain, how amidst the world& #39;s spinning chaos and calamity, I met a young woman who told me good news, a story of love and nurture in the foster care system, hope for two newborn babes, how the air is cool today and fresh, how bright these zinnias are in my arms, how a morning coffee date with my sister is the best tasting medicine, how life is intermixed with the tragic and the beauty, the laughter and the pain, the heavy heart saving room for hope, longing for it, needing it, looking for it. It& #39;s waiting to be found. Seek it out. #flowerpower #farmerflorist #oregongirl #pnwliving #zinnia #urbanfarmer #floralart
- A multitude of thoughts going through my mind and just as much to do, but let's also mention how I haven't stopped smiling since yesterday's rain, how amidst the world's spinning chaos and calamity, I met a young woman who told me good news, a story of love and nurture in the foster care system, hope for two newborn babes, how the air is cool today and fresh, how bright these zinnias are in my arms, how a morning coffee date with my sister is the best tasting medicine, how life is intermixed with the tragic and the beauty, the laughter and the pain, the heavy heart saving room for hope, longing for it, needing it, looking for it. It's waiting to be found. Seek it out. #flowerpower #farmerflorist #oregongirl #pnwliving #zinnia #urbanfarmer #floralart
- This morning's weather turned smoke and heat to low clouds and light rain for the valley, bringing work into the hoop houses, long delayed weeding of dahlia beds. On my knees, covered in soil and seed, thick in bindweed and thistle, I finally began to see the Cafe Au Lait's curling petals, peach toned and pink. I've been anticipating a similar labor-some removal of invasives. Each season brings a different quality of light, and this one has me wide eyed and desperate for cleaning up my external life, making room for peace, paying attention to what allows it to fill a space and what doesn't. What energizes and causes me to center? The forest, birdsong, sky, solitude, working outdoors, playing, walking, cooking, bathing outdoors. Nature. What doesn't? Debt, striving to make more money to pay more bills, piles of unfolded laundry, a garage of boxes packed with objects, a humble size house that still feels too large to keep clean. This lifelong evolution toward freedom is in its next phase- the material. I am ready, and I haven't been until now. I want to find the beauty that has been choked out and tangled with the normalcy of ownership, materialism, giving myself room to see and to be, not buried, not striving, but free. I see it like this- dancing under a canopy of trees, singing to the moon, being held in another's arms, crying because of love, loving because it's real and true and pouring from a new found well within me, within you. That's what I want. That is who I want to be. #free #lessismore #spiritualgangster #flowerpower #livingfree #livethedream #farmerflorist #oregonflorist #urbanfarming #pnwliving
- This morning& #39;s weather turned smoke and heat to low clouds and light rain for the valley, bringing work into the hoop houses, long delayed weeding of dahlia beds. On my knees, covered in soil and seed, thick in bindweed and thistle, I finally began to see the Cafe Au Lait& #39;s curling petals, peach toned and pink. I& #39;ve been anticipating a similar labor-some removal of invasives. Each season brings a different quality of light, and this one has me wide eyed and desperate for cleaning up my external life, making room for peace, paying attention to what allows it to fill a space and what doesn& #39;t . What energizes and causes me to center? The forest, birdsong, sky, solitude, working outdoors, playing, walking, cooking, bathing outdoors. Nature. What doesn& #39;t? Debt, striving to make more money to pay more bills, piles of unfolded laundry, a garage of boxes packed with objects, a humble size house that still feels too large to keep clean. This lifelong evolution toward freedom is in its next phase- the material. I am ready, and I haven& #39;t been until now. I want to find the beauty that has been choked out and tangled with the normalcy of ownership, materialism, giving myself room to see and to be, not buried, not striving, but free. I see it like this- dancing under a canopy of trees, singing to the moon, being held in another& #39;s arms, crying because of love, loving because it& #39;s real and true and pouring from a new found well within me, within you. That& #39;s what I want. That is who I want to be. #free #lessismore #spiritualgangster #flowerpower #livingfree #livethedream #farmerflorist #oregonflorist #urbanfarming #pnwliving
- This morning's weather turned smoke and heat to low clouds and light rain for the valley, bringing work into the hoop houses, long delayed weeding of dahlia beds. On my knees, covered in soil and seed, thick in bindweed and thistle, I finally began to see the Cafe Au Lait's curling petals, peach toned and pink. I've been anticipating a similar labor-some removal of invasives. Each season brings a different quality of light, and this one has me wide eyed and desperate for cleaning up my external life, making room for peace, paying attention to what allows it to fill a space and what doesn't. What energizes and causes me to center? The forest, birdsong, sky, solitude, working outdoors, playing, walking, cooking, bathing outdoors. Nature. What doesn't? Debt, striving to make more money to pay more bills, piles of unfolded laundry, a garage of boxes packed with objects, a humble size house that still feels too large to keep clean. This lifelong evolution toward freedom is in its next phase- the material. I am ready, and I haven't been until now. I want to find the beauty that has been choked out and tangled with the normalcy of ownership, materialism, giving myself room to see and to be, not buried, not striving, but free. I see it like this- dancing under a canopy of trees, singing to the moon, being held in another's arms, crying because of love, loving because it's real and true and pouring from a new found well within me, within you. That's what I want. That is who I want to be. #free #lessismore #spiritualgangster #flowerpower #livingfree #livethedream #farmerflorist #oregonflorist #urbanfarming #pnwliving
- Yesterday was sacred. All one, gathered under the sun. Nature teaching us, sharing her mysteries. I was reminded of evenings on the beaches in Hawaii, the same is done every night on the west side, people show up, minutes together spent in silence and stillness before the sun sinks deep and glorious into the horizon. Connection and adoration. We were born to be a part of this. Let's make it our daily ritual for life. In honor of our honor to stand here on this ground, under this sky, today's field of sunflowers @raindropfarms. #eclipse2017 #oregoneclipse2017 #sunflowers #naturesbounty #oregonflowerfarm #americangrownflowers
- Yesterday was sacred. All one, gathered under the sun. Nature teaching us, sharing her mysteries. I was reminded of evenings on the beaches in Hawaii, the same is done every night on the west side, people show up, minutes together spent in silence and stillness before the sun sinks deep and glorious into the horizon. Connection and adoration. We were born to be a part of this. Let& #39;s make it our daily ritual for life. In honor of our honor to stand here on this ground, under this sky, today& #39;s field of sunflowers @raindropfarms. #eclipse2017 #oregoneclipse2017 #sunflowers #naturesbounty #oregonflowerfarm #americangrownflowers
- Yesterday was sacred. All one, gathered under the sun. Nature teaching us, sharing her mysteries. I was reminded of evenings on the beaches in Hawaii, the same is done every night on the west side, people show up, minutes together spent in silence and stillness before the sun sinks deep and glorious into the horizon. Connection and adoration. We were born to be a part of this. Let's make it our daily ritual for life. In honor of our honor to stand here on this ground, under this sky, today's field of sunflowers @raindropfarms. #eclipse2017 #oregoneclipse2017 #sunflowers #naturesbounty #oregonflowerfarm #americangrownflowers

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