This creative and conversational memoir style of blogging is embellished with photographs, sprightly texts, and gentle listening features. May these entries be as cathartic to read & to hear as they have been to conceive & to share. xo
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2/23/2019 Seeds, Plant Death, and JourneyingIf you would like to listen along(I promise, this will all make sense soon.) It has been the kind of months where no matter what fresh and unsullied paths I've forged, again and again, I am amazed--and mildly disappointed with myself-- in how the slightest twists of my own plans can feel wholly defeating some days; and how the seeds in my juice and the withering plants in my house can feel like the offensive sprinkles and sour cherry on top. These obnoxious and clunky moments on the paths I forge, do not make my paths sullied themselves. These moments are integral to the path. They are my spirited guides who greet me along the way with a sweet abrasive divulgence: that it is better to risk founding my course, and to acquiesce its inescapable offenses, than to never venture. They are my junctures to greater knowledge of self soothing, so that the equally inevitable mountains of troubles can be scaled more swiftly with the help of the formative self-care practices used through the mole hill stumbling blocks. In cliche summation: The journey is worthy of creating and traversing, not in spite of, but because of its falls, scuffles, and faces full of mud;and how I care for myself and others through them. Because isn't self-care an extension of self-love? And isn't a part of this human journey to exercise love in all forms? For my human journey, my answer is, yes.
May your juice be seedless, and your house plants thrive, my friends! When those mole hills feel like mountains,or the mountains present themselves, may you continue to forge your paths and practice your acts of self-care--no matter how small the acts--as the tiniest portrayals of self-love are often the inoffensive sprinkles and cherries (with just the right amount of tartness) on top.
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This creative and conversational memoir style of blogging is embellished with photographs, sprightly texts, and gentle listening features. May these entries be as cathartic to read & to hear as they have been to conceive & to share. |
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