I used to tell myself I was going to buy a bouquet of flowers a week (or until the last ones died) as a form of "treating myself." And by bouquet of flowers I mean ruscus, camellia's minus the camellia, or any kind of eucalyptus. No flowers really. Think minimal and green. I recently discovered that… Continue reading Pick Me Ups.
It's easy to draw similarities between wind and change. Wind messes up your hair, rustles leaves. Sometimes wind knocks down entire structures. Change, similarly, rattles our routines, messes us up by removing us from our comfort zones, and rouses our hearts much like how wind can agitate its surroundings. I know what you're thinking. What… Continue reading Deciding to Rise