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- As we say our I love you's and open our cards this morning, pink and red floating in heart shapes around the room, I think about the very first person I ever loved, my mom. One of her love languages is gifts. I have years of memories waking up to surprises set out on the dining table or at the foot of my bed. One Valentine's day it was a small glass terrarium, with soil and live plants. Another, a pretty bedside lamp. Never was there a holiday missed without something special, colorful, soft, meaningful. She made me birthday dresses (in photo above) and planned parties. I was taught at home for the first few years of elementary, and when I began third grade at private school I was terrified. I cried a lot. But something that stands out in my mind more than those hard days, were the days she followed the bus five miles so that I would know she was close while I sat on that leather bench seat beside some girl with a My Little Pony lunchbox. She would be there when I stepped through the yellow and out the folding doors. The days she would show up unexpected at lunchtime or in the middle of class with balloons and stuffed animals on my birthday. She has always been there, giving her whole heart every day to her children, to me, even after thirty two years, her love shines bright in pretty wrapped presents and unexpected thoughtful gifts, her faithfulness to follow us when we need her, no matter the distance. Thank you mama, for giving me not only these memories, but an example as I raise Makaiah. He is so sensitive and tender just as I was, and remembering the ways you said "I love you" brings me joy in knowing I can pass the same gifts on to him. xoxox @marynelson777
- As we say our I love you's and open our cards this morning, pink and red floating in heart shapes around the room, I think about the very first person I ever loved, my mom. One of her love languages is gifts. I have years of memories waking up to surprises set out on the dining table or at the foot of my bed. One Valentine's day it was a small glass terrarium, with soil and live plants. Another, a pretty bedside lamp. Never was there a holiday missed without something special, colorful, soft, meaningful. She made me birthday dresses (in photo above) and planned parties. I was taught at home for the first few years of elementary, and when I began third grade at private school I was terrified. I cried a lot. But something that stands out in my mind more than those hard days, were the days she followed the bus five miles so that I would know she was close while I sat on that leather bench seat beside some girl with a My Little Pony lunchbox. She would be there when I stepped through the yellow and out the folding doors. The days she would show up unexpected at lunchtime or in the middle of class with balloons and stuffed animals on my birthday. She has always been there, giving her whole heart every day to her children, to me, even after thirty two years, her love shines bright in pretty wrapped presents and unexpected thoughtful gifts, her faithfulness to follow us when we need her, no matter the distance. Thank you mama, for giving me not only these memories, but an example as I raise Makaiah. He is so sensitive and tender just as I was, and remembering the ways you said "I love you" brings me joy in knowing I can pass the same gifts on to him. xoxox @marynelson777
- As we say our I love you's and open our cards this morning, pink and red floating in heart shapes around the room, I think about the very first person I ever loved, my mom. One of her love languages is gifts. I have years of memories waking up to surprises set out on the dining table or at the foot of my bed. One Valentine's day it was a small glass terrarium, with soil and live plants. Another, a pretty bedside lamp. Never was there a holiday missed without something special, colorful, soft, meaningful. She made me birthday dresses (in photo above) and planned parties. I was taught at home for the first few years of elementary, and when I began third grade at private school I was terrified. I cried a lot. But something that stands out in my mind more than those hard days, were the days she followed the bus five miles so that I would know she was close while I sat on that leather bench seat beside some girl with a My Little Pony lunchbox. She would be there when I stepped through the yellow and out the folding doors. The days she would show up unexpected at lunchtime or in the middle of class with balloons and stuffed animals on my birthday. She has always been there, giving her whole heart every day to her children, to me, even after thirty two years, her love shines bright in pretty wrapped presents and unexpected thoughtful gifts, her faithfulness to follow us when we need her, no matter the distance. Thank you mama, for giving me not only these memories, but an example as I raise Makaiah. He is so sensitive and tender just as I was, and remembering the ways you said "I love you" brings me joy in knowing I can pass the same gifts on to him. xoxox @marynelson777
- "We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a precious moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity." -Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist . . . . PART 2 OF YESTERDAY'S POST. My sister is still in need of financial support, the deadline is today to pay her balance for mission to Papua New Guinea. If you missed my last post, would you read it? Follow along with Sarah @sarahrahmae and check out her GO FUND ME LINK IN MY BIO. Thank you all for taking the time to be a part of this. You are making a difference in doing so.
- "We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a precious moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity." -Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist . . . . PART 2 OF YESTERDAY'S POST. My sister is still in need of financial support, the deadline is today to pay her balance for mission to Papua New Guinea. If you missed my last post, would you read it? Follow along with Sarah @sarahrahmae and check out her GO FUND ME LINK IN MY BIO. Thank you all for taking the time to be a part of this. You are making a difference in doing so.
- "We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a precious moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity." -Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist . . . . PART 2 OF YESTERDAY'S POST. My sister is still in need of financial support, the deadline is today to pay her balance for mission to Papua New Guinea. If you missed my last post, would you read it? Follow along with Sarah @sarahrahmae and check out her GO FUND ME LINK IN MY BIO. Thank you all for taking the time to be a part of this. You are making a difference in doing so.
- PLEASE READ THIS. My sister Sarah @sarahrahmae has been farming in Hawaii for the last few months and recently enrolled in the YWAM School of the Nations. She has begun training to be part of a business team that will be based for three months in a remote area of Papua New Guinea, helping support a group of local woman start their own businesses. If you know Sarah or follow along through IG, she has a wealth of talent that flows from her hands and mind. Her paintings, flower crowns, writings, but it's the soul and spirit within her that is power. She's going to be a life force in others lives. Her love and abilities are going to help heal hearts and restore hope. She's going to bring laughter, and tears and oh so many smiles within the circles of woman, young and old. SARAH IS IN URGENT NEED OF FINANCIAL SUPPORT. THE FIRST PORTION OF HER BALANCE IS DUE TOMORROW OF $2000. This cost covers plane tickets and arrangements to finalize the mission. She will be leaving for the island in April if she can raise the funds needed. WE BELIEVE THERE ARE SPECIFIC PEOPLE WHO WILL FEEL AN INNATE RESPONSE TO GIVE GENEROUSLY. Our families have given what we can, if we had any more we would give it all in a heartbeat. So we ask for your help today. SARAH'S GO FUND ME LINK IS IN MY PROFILE. THANK YOU!
- PLEASE READ THIS. My sister Sarah @sarahrahmae has been farming in Hawaii for the last few months and recently enrolled in the YWAM School of the Nations. She has begun training to be part of a business team that will be based for three months in a remote area of Papua New Guinea, helping support a group of local woman start their own businesses. If you know Sarah or follow along through IG, she has a wealth of talent that flows from her hands and mind. Her paintings, flower crowns, writings, but it's the soul and spirit within her that is power. She's going to be a life force in others lives. Her love and abilities are going to help heal hearts and restore hope. She's going to bring laughter, and tears and oh so many smiles within the circles of woman, young and old. SARAH IS IN URGENT NEED OF FINANCIAL SUPPORT. THE FIRST PORTION OF HER BALANCE IS DUE TOMORROW OF $2000. This cost covers plane tickets and arrangements to finalize the mission. She will be leaving for the island in April if she can raise the funds needed. WE BELIEVE THERE ARE SPECIFIC PEOPLE WHO WILL FEEL AN INNATE RESPONSE TO GIVE GENEROUSLY. Our families have given what we can, if we had any more we would give it all in a heartbeat. So we ask for your help today. SARAH'S GO FUND ME LINK IS IN MY PROFILE. THANK YOU!
- PLEASE READ THIS. My sister Sarah @sarahrahmae has been farming in Hawaii for the last few months and recently enrolled in the YWAM School of the Nations. She has begun training to be part of a business team that will be based for three months in a remote area of Papua New Guinea, helping support a group of local woman start their own businesses. If you know Sarah or follow along through IG, she has a wealth of talent that flows from her hands and mind. Her paintings, flower crowns, writings, but it's the soul and spirit within her that is power. She's going to be a life force in others lives. Her love and abilities are going to help heal hearts and restore hope. She's going to bring laughter, and tears and oh so many smiles within the circles of woman, young and old. SARAH IS IN URGENT NEED OF FINANCIAL SUPPORT. THE FIRST PORTION OF HER BALANCE IS DUE TOMORROW OF $2000. This cost covers plane tickets and arrangements to finalize the mission. She will be leaving for the island in April if she can raise the funds needed. WE BELIEVE THERE ARE SPECIFIC PEOPLE WHO WILL FEEL AN INNATE RESPONSE TO GIVE GENEROUSLY. Our families have given what we can, if we had any more we would give it all in a heartbeat. So we ask for your help today. SARAH'S GO FUND ME LINK IS IN MY PROFILE. THANK YOU!
- This is how I feel about flowers. And it is how I am beginning to feel about other things living. Like my son's pet fish, our Betta, "Red Rainbow Kai," who joined the home last week. It has been well over two decades since I last gave any concern for a fish, but I surprised myself when I realized how I smile when I walk by his bowl or greet him by name when I walk through the door after hours away. I am faithful to clean his glass home, feed him and feel a panic when I mistake his sideways lean for death. This may seem like a menial expression of love, but it's happening all over the place in me. I no longer squish spiders, and looking into the eyes of someone at the grocery store and a smile can almost make me cry some days. Last year, I opened this vintage blue book I thrifted by Glenn Clark titled, "I Lift Up Mine Eyes" and began reading. There's a page (24) about praying The Lord's Prayer, and it was focusing on bringing the Kingdom on Earth as it is in Heaven. The meditation in closing says this: "Grant me, O Father, the power to love everybody and everything. Grant me, the capacity to see everything as intensely and ecstatically beautiful. Grant me, the ability to see infinite value and importance in everything that God has made." This prayer remained in my mind until it became habit on my tongue, and here I am today understanding that it is becoming my nature. It assures me that it doesn't have to stop here, that I will one day find that my heart's most innate response is to love even my enemy, to forgive instantaneously the wounds and bitter waged wars. How would you feel existing in a world so pure and true? Because we can. The Kingdom is within you. πŸ“Έ@lauraheartsbilly #flowerpower #flowerfarmer #floralart #flowersofinstagram #oregonflorist #truth
- This is how I feel about flowers. And it is how I am beginning to feel about other things living. Like my son's pet fish, our Betta, "Red Rainbow Kai," who joined the home last week. It has been well over two decades since I last gave any concern for a fish, but I surprised myself when I realized how I smile when I walk by his bowl or greet him by name when I walk through the door after hours away. I am faithful to clean his glass home, feed him and feel a panic when I mistake his sideways lean for death. This may seem like a menial expression of love, but it's happening all over the place in me. I no longer squish spiders, and looking into the eyes of someone at the grocery store and a smile can almost make me cry some days. Last year, I opened this vintage blue book I thrifted by Glenn Clark titled, "I Lift Up Mine Eyes" and began reading. There's a page (24) about praying The Lord's Prayer, and it was focusing on bringing the Kingdom on Earth as it is in Heaven. The meditation in closing says this: "Grant me, O Father, the power to love everybody and everything. Grant me, the capacity to see everything as intensely and ecstatically beautiful. Grant me, the ability to see infinite value and importance in everything that God has made." This prayer remained in my mind until it became habit on my tongue, and here I am today understanding that it is becoming my nature. It assures me that it doesn't have to stop here, that I will one day find that my heart's most innate response is to love even my enemy, to forgive instantaneously the wounds and bitter waged wars. How would you feel existing in a world so pure and true? Because we can. The Kingdom is within you. πŸ“Έ@lauraheartsbilly #flowerpower #flowerfarmer #floralart #flowersofinstagram #oregonflorist #truth
- This is how I feel about flowers. And it is how I am beginning to feel about other things living. Like my son's pet fish, our Betta, "Red Rainbow Kai," who joined the home last week. It has been well over two decades since I last gave any concern for a fish, but I surprised myself when I realized how I smile when I walk by his bowl or greet him by name when I walk through the door after hours away. I am faithful to clean his glass home, feed him and feel a panic when I mistake his sideways lean for death. This may seem like a menial expression of love, but it's happening all over the place in me. I no longer squish spiders, and looking into the eyes of someone at the grocery store and a smile can almost make me cry some days. Last year, I opened this vintage blue book I thrifted by Glenn Clark titled, "I Lift Up Mine Eyes" and began reading. There's a page (24) about praying The Lord's Prayer, and it was focusing on bringing the Kingdom on Earth as it is in Heaven. The meditation in closing says this: "Grant me, O Father, the power to love everybody and everything. Grant me, the capacity to see everything as intensely and ecstatically beautiful. Grant me, the ability to see infinite value and importance in everything that God has made." This prayer remained in my mind until it became habit on my tongue, and here I am today understanding that it is becoming my nature. It assures me that it doesn't have to stop here, that I will one day find that my heart's most innate response is to love even my enemy, to forgive instantaneously the wounds and bitter waged wars. How would you feel existing in a world so pure and true? Because we can. The Kingdom is within you. πŸ“Έ@lauraheartsbilly #flowerpower #flowerfarmer #floralart #flowersofinstagram #oregonflorist #truth
- A night in April over four years ago, before I knew I was pregnant with my son Makaiah, I felt a pull to step outside, and in my backyard in that small city lot, I watched the moon rise, overwhelmed with feeling and words, my heart knowing what I carried. I went back inside and wrote these lines, . . . "If my womb was the moon it would be full tonight. In the darkest blue a light rises over mountains and rests on me. I am the chosen one, to bear the weight of a life of wholeness, to dream the dreams of fathers and mothers, in hours of shadows and sleep I keep visions of magic and dancing in the white of midnight. I cry for this phase, for patterns of earth and sun unknown to me. Hidden secrets orbit, circling, illuminating amidst black and space." . . Happy Birthday to my boy, who has been a divine gift from the beginning, who has brought with him a love and light I would have never known if his life hadn't been placed within mine.
- A night in April over four years ago, before I knew I was pregnant with my son Makaiah, I felt a pull to step outside, and in my backyard in that small city lot, I watched the moon rise, overwhelmed with feeling and words, my heart knowing what I carried. I went back inside and wrote these lines, . . . "If my womb was the moon it would be full tonight. In the darkest blue a light rises over mountains and rests on me. I am the chosen one, to bear the weight of a life of wholeness, to dream the dreams of fathers and mothers, in hours of shadows and sleep I keep visions of magic and dancing in the white of midnight. I cry for this phase, for patterns of earth and sun unknown to me. Hidden secrets orbit, circling, illuminating amidst black and space." . . Happy Birthday to my boy, who has been a divine gift from the beginning, who has brought with him a love and light I would have never known if his life hadn't been placed within mine.
- A night in April over four years ago, before I knew I was pregnant with my son Makaiah, I felt a pull to step outside, and in my backyard in that small city lot, I watched the moon rise, overwhelmed with feeling and words, my heart knowing what I carried. I went back inside and wrote these lines, . . . "If my womb was the moon it would be full tonight. In the darkest blue a light rises over mountains and rests on me. I am the chosen one, to bear the weight of a life of wholeness, to dream the dreams of fathers and mothers, in hours of shadows and sleep I keep visions of magic and dancing in the white of midnight. I cry for this phase, for patterns of earth and sun unknown to me. Hidden secrets orbit, circling, illuminating amidst black and space." . . Happy Birthday to my boy, who has been a divine gift from the beginning, who has brought with him a love and light I would have never known if his life hadn't been placed within mine.
- It is a new year, sure to be brimming with opportunity and beauty. Always flowers. Here's a look back to last spring, after walking fields of peonies @brooksgardens in Salem, Oregon and creating with @ponderosa_and_thyme. To many more blooms and lots of love as we begin again. If you don't already follow my new page @vildblommafloral please do! #ponderosaworkshop Photo by @lahnamariephotography Flowers grown by @wittefarm @a_farmette @wild_and_wayward @charleslittleandco Floral Assistants:@ellanyadams @allibdesigns @formerlymac @sarah_at_work #farmerflorist #floralart #flowerpower #americangrown #slowflowers #americangrownflowers #oregongrown #oregonflorist #corvallisflorist #locallygrownflowers #supportlocalfarmers
- It is a new year, sure to be brimming with opportunity and beauty. Always flowers. Here's a look back to last spring, after walking fields of peonies @brooksgardens in Salem, Oregon and creating with @ponderosa_and_thyme. To many more blooms and lots of love as we begin again. If you don't already follow my new page @vildblommafloral please do! #ponderosaworkshop Photo by @lahnamariephotography Flowers grown by @wittefarm @a_farmette @wild_and_wayward @charleslittleandco Floral Assistants:@ellanyadams @allibdesigns @formerlymac @sarah_at_work #farmerflorist #floralart #flowerpower #americangrown #slowflowers #americangrownflowers #oregongrown #oregonflorist #corvallisflorist #locallygrownflowers #supportlocalfarmers
- It is a new year, sure to be brimming with opportunity and beauty. Always flowers. Here's a look back to last spring, after walking fields of peonies @brooksgardens in Salem, Oregon and creating with @ponderosa_and_thyme. To many more blooms and lots of love as we begin again. If you don't already follow my new page @vildblommafloral please do! #ponderosaworkshop Photo by @lahnamariephotography Flowers grown by @wittefarm @a_farmette @wild_and_wayward @charleslittleandco Floral Assistants:@ellanyadams @allibdesigns @formerlymac @sarah_at_work #farmerflorist #floralart #flowerpower #americangrown #slowflowers #americangrownflowers #oregongrown #oregonflorist #corvallisflorist #locallygrownflowers #supportlocalfarmers
- Last year's word was liberation. Not one I set from the beginning but the momentous high I rode for those twelve months was that of a jailbird set free and so by the end, I knew without doubt what it was. It now seems right, that following such a spacious, establishing time, would lead into 2017, the year of GROWTH. Can you make something grow? Can you choose to grow? Once again I began a new year without resolution, but the conditions were right, I was ready for that dark winter, roots buried deep waiting in time and it was long and heavy and cold but warmth came and sun and softer rains and yet it still hurt in the midst of such beauty and progress. I grew much more than I could have intended. And my garden grew, and I helped a flower farm grow, and I witnessed my little sister grow painfully alongside me and we cried together for the miracle that it is to be living, and not dying. I learned that striving doesn't create growth. Preparation and grace does. Time and trust. Even in the most depleted ground, if roots go far enough and with a Faithful Farmer to tend, it happens. #2017 #endofayear #newyear #farmerflorist #pnwliving 🎢 TUNES BY Trevor Hall "Chapter of the Forest."
- Last year's word was liberation. Not one I set from the beginning but the momentous high I rode for those twelve months was that of a jailbird set free and so by the end, I knew without doubt what it was. It now seems right, that following such a spacious, establishing time, would lead into 2017, the year of GROWTH. Can you make something grow? Can you choose to grow? Once again I began a new year without resolution, but the conditions were right, I was ready for that dark winter, roots buried deep waiting in time and it was long and heavy and cold but warmth came and sun and softer rains and yet it still hurt in the midst of such beauty and progress. I grew much more than I could have intended. And my garden grew, and I helped a flower farm grow, and I witnessed my little sister grow painfully alongside me and we cried together for the miracle that it is to be living, and not dying. I learned that striving doesn't create growth. Preparation and grace does. Time and trust. Even in the most depleted ground, if roots go far enough and with a Faithful Farmer to tend, it happens. #2017 #endofayear #newyear #farmerflorist #pnwliving 🎢 TUNES BY Trevor Hall "Chapter of the Forest."
- Last year's word was liberation. Not one I set from the beginning but the momentous high I rode for those twelve months was that of a jailbird set free and so by the end, I knew without doubt what it was. It now seems right, that following such a spacious, establishing time, would lead into 2017, the year of GROWTH. Can you make something grow? Can you choose to grow? Once again I began a new year without resolution, but the conditions were right, I was ready for that dark winter, roots buried deep waiting in time and it was long and heavy and cold but warmth came and sun and softer rains and yet it still hurt in the midst of such beauty and progress. I grew much more than I could have intended. And my garden grew, and I helped a flower farm grow, and I witnessed my little sister grow painfully alongside me and we cried together for the miracle that it is to be living, and not dying. I learned that striving doesn't create growth. Preparation and grace does. Time and trust. Even in the most depleted ground, if roots go far enough and with a Faithful Farmer to tend, it happens. #2017 #endofayear #newyear #farmerflorist #pnwliving 🎢 TUNES BY Trevor Hall "Chapter of the Forest."
- Thanks @thekarlwulff for the inspiration. My top 8 favorite albums of 2017, in order. (It was a great year of releases, but who else feels it hard to move on from 2016? Last year was incredible for music.) 1. Leif Vollebekk- Twin Solitude 2. Trevor Hall- The Fruitful Darkness part 1& 2 3. The Japanese House- Saw You In A Dream 4. The War On Drugs- A Deeper Understanding 5. Tash Sultana- Instrumentals 6. Foreign Fields- Take Cover Dark 7. Daughter- Music From Before The Storm 8. Rostam- Half Light
- Thanks @thekarlwulff for the inspiration. My top 8 favorite albums of 2017, in order. (It was a great year of releases, but who else feels it hard to move on from 2016? Last year was incredible for music.) 1. Leif Vollebekk- Twin Solitude 2. Trevor Hall- The Fruitful Darkness part 1& 2 3. The Japanese House- Saw You In A Dream 4. The War On Drugs- A Deeper Understanding 5. Tash Sultana- Instrumentals 6. Foreign Fields- Take Cover Dark 7. Daughter- Music From Before The Storm 8. Rostam- Half Light
- Thanks @thekarlwulff for the inspiration. My top 8 favorite albums of 2017, in order. (It was a great year of releases, but who else feels it hard to move on from 2016? Last year was incredible for music.) 1. Leif Vollebekk- Twin Solitude 2. Trevor Hall- The Fruitful Darkness part 1& 2 3. The Japanese House- Saw You In A Dream 4. The War On Drugs- A Deeper Understanding 5. Tash Sultana- Instrumentals 6. Foreign Fields- Take Cover Dark 7. Daughter- Music From Before The Storm 8. Rostam- Half Light
- My sister once said, "Hannah, what makes your spirit leap inside you? Pay attention. It will guide you." This wisdom beyond her years has guided me in all kinds of decision making, and as I scrolled through the amazing locations for Ponderosa and Thyme's 2018 workshops, it wasn't the exotic beach destination in Australia or the luxury castle in the Italian countryside, it was a formerly abandoned ruin on a hilltop in France that moved me. The thing is, from my earliest memories I have had reocurring dreams, brief glimpses of a place I do not remember, but know. A place wild with tangles of greenery overgrown, groves of young trees, a meadow creekside surrounded by spring bulbs in shaded corners. I am always walking waist high through grass, my fingers weaving in and out. And every time I see photos of similar landscapes, or watch period films or read Jane Austin, I long for this country, this place I have never been that feels like home. And then there is the neglected house on a hill. I have always had a love for historical buildings but it is the picture of restoration that means so much to me. Being able to envision what something will be, even as it sits empty and crumbling, the hope that belief plays, how it can transform something from ruin to a home. How this parallels with the human heart! And how I want to use flowers and art and farming. How perspective and believing, how active love can rebuild the very lives of men and women. This is the logic for why I would want to attend the workshop at Chateau de Gudanes, but deeper still is the movement in my soul that confirms it. πŸ’• @ponderosa_and_thyme image by @ivyandgoldphotography #ponderosascholarship
- My sister once said, "Hannah, what makes your spirit leap inside you? Pay attention. It will guide you." This wisdom beyond her years has guided me in all kinds of decision making, and as I scrolled through the amazing locations for Ponderosa and Thyme's 2018 workshops, it wasn't the exotic beach destination in Australia or the luxury castle in the Italian countryside, it was a formerly abandoned ruin on a hilltop in France that moved me. The thing is, from my earliest memories I have had reocurring dreams, brief glimpses of a place I do not remember, but know. A place wild with tangles of greenery overgrown, groves of young trees, a meadow creekside surrounded by spring bulbs in shaded corners. I am always walking waist high through grass, my fingers weaving in and out. And every time I see photos of similar landscapes, or watch period films or read Jane Austin, I long for this country, this place I have never been that feels like home. And then there is the neglected house on a hill. I have always had a love for historical buildings but it is the picture of restoration that means so much to me. Being able to envision what something will be, even as it sits empty and crumbling, the hope that belief plays, how it can transform something from ruin to a home. How this parallels with the human heart! And how I want to use flowers and art and farming. How perspective and believing, how active love can rebuild the very lives of men and women. This is the logic for why I would want to attend the workshop at Chateau de Gudanes, but deeper still is the movement in my soul that confirms it. πŸ’• @ponderosa_and_thyme image by @ivyandgoldphotography #ponderosascholarship
- My sister once said, "Hannah, what makes your spirit leap inside you? Pay attention. It will guide you." This wisdom beyond her years has guided me in all kinds of decision making, and as I scrolled through the amazing locations for Ponderosa and Thyme's 2018 workshops, it wasn't the exotic beach destination in Australia or the luxury castle in the Italian countryside, it was a formerly abandoned ruin on a hilltop in France that moved me. The thing is, from my earliest memories I have had reocurring dreams, brief glimpses of a place I do not remember, but know. A place wild with tangles of greenery overgrown, groves of young trees, a meadow creekside surrounded by spring bulbs in shaded corners. I am always walking waist high through grass, my fingers weaving in and out. And every time I see photos of similar landscapes, or watch period films or read Jane Austin, I long for this country, this place I have never been that feels like home. And then there is the neglected house on a hill. I have always had a love for historical buildings but it is the picture of restoration that means so much to me. Being able to envision what something will be, even as it sits empty and crumbling, the hope that belief plays, how it can transform something from ruin to a home. How this parallels with the human heart! And how I want to use flowers and art and farming. How perspective and believing, how active love can rebuild the very lives of men and women. This is the logic for why I would want to attend the workshop at Chateau de Gudanes, but deeper still is the movement in my soul that confirms it. πŸ’• @ponderosa_and_thyme image by @ivyandgoldphotography #ponderosascholarship
- Even in light of yesterday's meaning, I woke up heavy from very little sleep, an ongoing cold and the mental replay of a teary eyed conflict in the kitchen. I stumbled upstairs to be alone for a few quiet minutes, curled up onto the bed and in silence asked my Creator to enfold me in love and to make me receptive to it, aware of it. Then the words, "because I deserve it" came to mind. And then came this post, because I now have a message to preach this morning, and it has lit this weary body of mine with fire. YOU DESERVE ALL GOOD GIFTS. YOU DESERVE LOVE. The unconditional, ever constant, never failing love. The kind of love we ache for deep in our bones, the love that envelops us but does not bury us. That pure, perfect love. YOU WERE MADE FOR THIS LOVE. I lived most of my life within the Christian church, and I can't tell you how many times I have heard or been told that that we are undeserving, corrupt by nature, sinful from birth, that it is only by grace that we receive anything good. I want to shout from the rooftops and challenge that very belief system. YOU DESERVE LOVE. YOU HAVE WITHIN YOU THE VERY BREATH OF GOD. YOU WERE MADE IN THE VERY IMAGE OF GOD, YOU WERE MADE FOR THIS LOVE. There exists a present darkness, that from the beginning works to build within us a foundation of guilt and shame, because a person who believes they are nothing, of little to no value or worth, is injured and unable to receive or to give as they were meant too. Another person disabled in the functions of peace, harmony, love. But what does light do? It illuminates the dark spaces. It discounts it. It is greater. We are not our mistakes, cruel history, bad habits. We are not nothing. We have within us, everything. We are designed to be mirrors of our Creator. When the lights are off it's about self-depreciation, and the response that says either I'll hide or I'll strive harder. When the light turns on it's wholeness, it's acceptance, it's a view from the mountaintop that sees it all from above, able to say, I WAS MADE FOR THIS. PRAISE.
- Even in light of yesterday's meaning, I woke up heavy from very little sleep, an ongoing cold and the mental replay of a teary eyed conflict in the kitchen. I stumbled upstairs to be alone for a few quiet minutes, curled up onto the bed and in silence asked my Creator to enfold me in love and to make me receptive to it, aware of it. Then the words, "because I deserve it" came to mind. And then came this post, because I now have a message to preach this morning, and it has lit this weary body of mine with fire. YOU DESERVE ALL GOOD GIFTS. YOU DESERVE LOVE. The unconditional, ever constant, never failing love. The kind of love we ache for deep in our bones, the love that envelops us but does not bury us. That pure, perfect love. YOU WERE MADE FOR THIS LOVE. I lived most of my life within the Christian church, and I can't tell you how many times I have heard or been told that that we are undeserving, corrupt by nature, sinful from birth, that it is only by grace that we receive anything good. I want to shout from the rooftops and challenge that very belief system. YOU DESERVE LOVE. YOU HAVE WITHIN YOU THE VERY BREATH OF GOD. YOU WERE MADE IN THE VERY IMAGE OF GOD, YOU WERE MADE FOR THIS LOVE. There exists a present darkness, that from the beginning works to build within us a foundation of guilt and shame, because a person who believes they are nothing, of little to no value or worth, is injured and unable to receive or to give as they were meant too. Another person disabled in the functions of peace, harmony, love. But what does light do? It illuminates the dark spaces. It discounts it. It is greater. We are not our mistakes, cruel history, bad habits. We are not nothing. We have within us, everything. We are designed to be mirrors of our Creator. When the lights are off it's about self-depreciation, and the response that says either I'll hide or I'll strive harder. When the light turns on it's wholeness, it's acceptance, it's a view from the mountaintop that sees it all from above, able to say, I WAS MADE FOR THIS. PRAISE.
- Even in light of yesterday's meaning, I woke up heavy from very little sleep, an ongoing cold and the mental replay of a teary eyed conflict in the kitchen. I stumbled upstairs to be alone for a few quiet minutes, curled up onto the bed and in silence asked my Creator to enfold me in love and to make me receptive to it, aware of it. Then the words, "because I deserve it" came to mind. And then came this post, because I now have a message to preach this morning, and it has lit this weary body of mine with fire. YOU DESERVE ALL GOOD GIFTS. YOU DESERVE LOVE. The unconditional, ever constant, never failing love. The kind of love we ache for deep in our bones, the love that envelops us but does not bury us. That pure, perfect love. YOU WERE MADE FOR THIS LOVE. I lived most of my life within the Christian church, and I can't tell you how many times I have heard or been told that that we are undeserving, corrupt by nature, sinful from birth, that it is only by grace that we receive anything good. I want to shout from the rooftops and challenge that very belief system. YOU DESERVE LOVE. YOU HAVE WITHIN YOU THE VERY BREATH OF GOD. YOU WERE MADE IN THE VERY IMAGE OF GOD, YOU WERE MADE FOR THIS LOVE. There exists a present darkness, that from the beginning works to build within us a foundation of guilt and shame, because a person who believes they are nothing, of little to no value or worth, is injured and unable to receive or to give as they were meant too. Another person disabled in the functions of peace, harmony, love. But what does light do? It illuminates the dark spaces. It discounts it. It is greater. We are not our mistakes, cruel history, bad habits. We are not nothing. We have within us, everything. We are designed to be mirrors of our Creator. When the lights are off it's about self-depreciation, and the response that says either I'll hide or I'll strive harder. When the light turns on it's wholeness, it's acceptance, it's a view from the mountaintop that sees it all from above, able to say, I WAS MADE FOR THIS. PRAISE.
- After every travel to new places or visits home to see family, I make my way back here, to this place that greets me like a lover. Certain corners of road and points of view as I come deeper into the valley steal my breath every time and fill me up with longing and anticipation, reminding me of what I left, but am now coming back to. It greets me like a good friend, comforting and at ease, sharing stories of days passed and inspiring future plans together. I realize not everyone feels this way about landscape and environment, not everyone has such a relationship with place. I have tried to explain to those who ask why I want to live here, a distance away from the people I love, the people who love me, from the community I grew up in, and I am recognizing how my love for this earth and the love it gives back to me is just as real and true to me as flesh and bone. We have a connection, this space on the map and me, and I want to know more of it, learn its ways, better understand this spark, discovering the role we will play together. We enter into a new season, hand and hand we will walk through winter, whispering secrets and dreams, visions of the light ahead. #wintersolstice #pnwliving #willamettevalley #oregon
- After every travel to new places or visits home to see family, I make my way back here, to this place that greets me like a lover. Certain corners of road and points of view as I come deeper into the valley steal my breath every time and fill me up with longing and anticipation, reminding me of what I left, but am now coming back to. It greets me like a good friend, comforting and at ease, sharing stories of days passed and inspiring future plans together. I realize not everyone feels this way about landscape and environment, not everyone has such a relationship with place. I have tried to explain to those who ask why I want to live here, a distance away from the people I love, the people who love me, from the community I grew up in, and I am recognizing how my love for this earth and the love it gives back to me is just as real and true to me as flesh and bone. We have a connection, this space on the map and me, and I want to know more of it, learn its ways, better understand this spark, discovering the role we will play together. We enter into a new season, hand and hand we will walk through winter, whispering secrets and dreams, visions of the light ahead. #wintersolstice #pnwliving #willamettevalley #oregon
- After every travel to new places or visits home to see family, I make my way back here, to this place that greets me like a lover. Certain corners of road and points of view as I come deeper into the valley steal my breath every time and fill me up with longing and anticipation, reminding me of what I left, but am now coming back to. It greets me like a good friend, comforting and at ease, sharing stories of days passed and inspiring future plans together. I realize not everyone feels this way about landscape and environment, not everyone has such a relationship with place. I have tried to explain to those who ask why I want to live here, a distance away from the people I love, the people who love me, from the community I grew up in, and I am recognizing how my love for this earth and the love it gives back to me is just as real and true to me as flesh and bone. We have a connection, this space on the map and me, and I want to know more of it, learn its ways, better understand this spark, discovering the role we will play together. We enter into a new season, hand and hand we will walk through winter, whispering secrets and dreams, visions of the light ahead. #wintersolstice #pnwliving #willamettevalley #oregon
- Love, a weekend on the coast and the word won't leave my mind. Before we left the house and headed west, I heard within me, "It is full. It is ease, it is light. It opens." This is the love that is given freely and accepted with gladness. This is the love I am learning from new friends who were strangers but never once seemed to be, who invited us to join their family vacation, gave us a bed to sleep on and fed us, this love that asks only for receiving, and who am I, I say? Who am I, you might say? To be given so much outside of the bounds of bloodline or status or hard earned, deserving. To be treated like family, like we earned it, like it's deserved. If you have been on the receiving end of this love, you know it. It fills you up and it heals you. It's like a cup of cold water when you're thirsty, someone to carry your pack when your back is aching, a nurse who binds your wounds. This love. I am so thankful for the inpouring, my weariness now covered, myself infused with life again. What may appear as simple acts, kindness, generosity, can transform and renew and create an ongoing and lasting change. May we all be learning this love. May we know it. May it become our way of living, this free flowing gift shared with others.
- Love, a weekend on the coast and the word won't leave my mind. Before we left the house and headed west, I heard within me, "It is full. It is ease, it is light. It opens." This is the love that is given freely and accepted with gladness. This is the love I am learning from new friends who were strangers but never once seemed to be, who invited us to join their family vacation, gave us a bed to sleep on and fed us, this love that asks only for receiving, and who am I, I say? Who am I, you might say? To be given so much outside of the bounds of bloodline or status or hard earned, deserving. To be treated like family, like we earned it, like it's deserved. If you have been on the receiving end of this love, you know it. It fills you up and it heals you. It's like a cup of cold water when you're thirsty, someone to carry your pack when your back is aching, a nurse who binds your wounds. This love. I am so thankful for the inpouring, my weariness now covered, myself infused with life again. What may appear as simple acts, kindness, generosity, can transform and renew and create an ongoing and lasting change. May we all be learning this love. May we know it. May it become our way of living, this free flowing gift shared with others.
- Love, a weekend on the coast and the word won't leave my mind. Before we left the house and headed west, I heard within me, "It is full. It is ease, it is light. It opens." This is the love that is given freely and accepted with gladness. This is the love I am learning from new friends who were strangers but never once seemed to be, who invited us to join their family vacation, gave us a bed to sleep on and fed us, this love that asks only for receiving, and who am I, I say? Who am I, you might say? To be given so much outside of the bounds of bloodline or status or hard earned, deserving. To be treated like family, like we earned it, like it's deserved. If you have been on the receiving end of this love, you know it. It fills you up and it heals you. It's like a cup of cold water when you're thirsty, someone to carry your pack when your back is aching, a nurse who binds your wounds. This love. I am so thankful for the inpouring, my weariness now covered, myself infused with life again. What may appear as simple acts, kindness, generosity, can transform and renew and create an ongoing and lasting change. May we all be learning this love. May we know it. May it become our way of living, this free flowing gift shared with others.
- I stood before a wall of glass, spotless, without reflection and a view more beautiful than any I had ever seen. A crowded room, family and friends gathered in conversations behind me, but no one stood between the landscape and my eyes. A woman walked up and we gazed out, and I said to myself as she listened, "I would love to see this everyday." In an instant the dream brought me outside, away from walls, alone and standing centered in a valley. I faced two mountains in the distance, each rose and fell to meet the other. And all of this was washed in color, the closing minutes of a setting sun, golden ground and pink light, lavender to blue upon ridges. And then I woke, two mornings ago, in the earliest hours on Thanksgiving day. And some prayers I cannot say silently. Some prayers must be spoken aloud in exuberant exclamation, because my heart feels it could burst with gratitude. Praise be to the One, praise be to the Creator, praise be to the Most High I call my God, who's joy is Your creation. You reveal Your heart in dreams and visions, songs and words, You express Yourself in rivers and mountains, trees and sky. You make Yourself known to the seeker, we find You. You are within all and we can See You. Praise be for the love You give so freely, through other's hands and lips and gifts, and the love You reserve for us directly, a quiet exchange between lovers. Praise be for this mystery that abides with us, in us, all around us, for us. Thank you.
- I stood before a wall of glass, spotless, without reflection and a view more beautiful than any I had ever seen. A crowded room, family and friends gathered in conversations behind me, but no one stood between the landscape and my eyes. A woman walked up and we gazed out, and I said to myself as she listened, "I would love to see this everyday." In an instant the dream brought me outside, away from walls, alone and standing centered in a valley. I faced two mountains in the distance, each rose and fell to meet the other. And all of this was washed in color, the closing minutes of a setting sun, golden ground and pink light, lavender to blue upon ridges. And then I woke, two mornings ago, in the earliest hours on Thanksgiving day. And some prayers I cannot say silently. Some prayers must be spoken aloud in exuberant exclamation, because my heart feels it could burst with gratitude. Praise be to the One, praise be to the Creator, praise be to the Most High I call my God, who's joy is Your creation. You reveal Your heart in dreams and visions, songs and words, You express Yourself in rivers and mountains, trees and sky. You make Yourself known to the seeker, we find You. You are within all and we can See You. Praise be for the love You give so freely, through other's hands and lips and gifts, and the love You reserve for us directly, a quiet exchange between lovers. Praise be for this mystery that abides with us, in us, all around us, for us. Thank you.
- I stood before a wall of glass, spotless, without reflection and a view more beautiful than any I had ever seen. A crowded room, family and friends gathered in conversations behind me, but no one stood between the landscape and my eyes. A woman walked up and we gazed out, and I said to myself as she listened, "I would love to see this everyday." In an instant the dream brought me outside, away from walls, alone and standing centered in a valley. I faced two mountains in the distance, each rose and fell to meet the other. And all of this was washed in color, the closing minutes of a setting sun, golden ground and pink light, lavender to blue upon ridges. And then I woke, two mornings ago, in the earliest hours on Thanksgiving day. And some prayers I cannot say silently. Some prayers must be spoken aloud in exuberant exclamation, because my heart feels it could burst with gratitude. Praise be to the One, praise be to the Creator, praise be to the Most High I call my God, who's joy is Your creation. You reveal Your heart in dreams and visions, songs and words, You express Yourself in rivers and mountains, trees and sky. You make Yourself known to the seeker, we find You. You are within all and we can See You. Praise be for the love You give so freely, through other's hands and lips and gifts, and the love You reserve for us directly, a quiet exchange between lovers. Praise be for this mystery that abides with us, in us, all around us, for us. Thank you.
- 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.

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