perhaps in the waiting you are doing more than merely waiting but you are growing in the way you were meant to you are finding that Light shines on you strengthening you for the season you are in reminding you over and over again life…
‘When your world moves too fast and you lose yourself in the chaos, introduce yourself to each color of the sunset, Reacquaint yourself with the earth beneath your feet. Thank the air that surrounds you with every breath you take. Find yourself in the appreciation…
…counting down the days until i can wear cozy knits… while also embracing these final weeks of summer the days of letting our toes breathe, floral sundresses, dewey skin and watermelon slices i have been waking up to the smell of eucalyptus and the kindest…
“you are worthy of a beautiful, fulfilling life just as much as anyone else.” -mhn maybe it’s all the travels or the extremely hot temperatures in charlotte during the summer (heat isn’t my thing) or maybe it’s my body adjusting to weaning/i stopped nursing nash…
this post contains affiliate links . thank you so much for supporting this blog “don’t rush the wild ramblers, wanderers, dawdlers and dreamers don’t push or compare the child who tarries and turns over every pebble- who stops to fill overflowing pockets, talk to trees…
it has been awhile since i have discussed essential oils on the blog, but i am hoping that that is going to change. our family uses oils for so many things but one common thread is that they seem to change with each season. there…
we took two trips back to my hometown in the midwest in june and enjoyed the simple days together – spent swimming in the pool, s’mores and stories around a campfire, watching the sun set to the west + the stars shine above, smoked meat…
“do what you have to do until you can do what you want to do.” -oprah a look back at june | 01. meal planning (we were only home for two weeks and those included nash’s birthday and mine and i just didn’t focus on…
a june evening: i went to bed as my birthday began to my husband rubbing my back and the warm sound of summer rain pitter-pattering a soft birthday song outside our bedroom; one year older, one year more grateful. and awoke to: “happy birthday, mommy!”…
