It's that time. The time where I shed a tear or two for all that summer has meant to me.
Next week school starts, and I part with a place and a light and a pup that have my heart.
But I am blessed. I mean I get to drive a minute to the ocean, or walk down our hill and have an armful or bucketful of flowers in minutes. Vibrant, fragrant, fresh flowers.
There is an incredible sense of peace here. The kids are older, yet they are here...in and out with friends, yet close enough for frequent mom hugs.
I work hard in the summer to clean out the old and bring a fresh feeling to this little 1830's farmhouse perched atop a hill.
I allow myself an equal amount of time for reading, writing, and most of all....dreaming.
Seeking PURPOSE is a serious undertaking. One must wait patiently for signs, even when craving answers more directly.
Sometimes I think my path is being lit so brightly...that my answers have been set before me...
And then I start to question if I was really interpreting a sign, a feeling in the right way.
How do we know? How are we sure? Have you ever wondered the same?
I think perhaps I overthink my path instead of just letting it meander with confidence.
Sometimes I think that $$ forces me to make choices that are not necessarily in my heart.
I know I want to write in some capacity...to grow flowers...to tend our home...to photograph life
It will all fall into place
And in the meantime...
I have ALL of this beauty as inspiration.