…….warm……..

i feel warmth in the air…….the blooming buds tell me so. the sparrows and bluebirds tell me so with their canticle’s and lullaby’s. the incense of bladed grass, the scent of classical wisteria, the scent of honeyed transudation………tells me so.

goose-bumps feel my arms, feel them with the compassion that this warmth brings. i hear, but more importantly listen to the nature that surrounds me. i dig my hands into the soil, where the sun has lovingly created a tepid febricity. i include my children to acknowledge all that is lovely. all that God has created for us. for us to adore……to savor.

i devote so much attention to my children, to make sure they fully comprehend the beauty that surrounds us. in so many small ways. the un-dotted lady bugs that surround freshly sprouted clovers. the elderly we are so lucky to catch in their lessons of wisdom……showing us how to truly appreciate the thorny rose bush. watching the petite birds very meticulously pay mind to their surroundings as they gather their food. planting our fruits and veggies and excitedly awaiting their arrival, swearing they grow over-night, but also becoming impatient with fingers crossed and wishes made. all of this…….absolutely all of this, is what i want my children to know.

i look forward to so many things with this warmth………

vanilla bean ice cream with roasted strawberries and rhubarb

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a bowl of vanilla bean-roasted strawberry and rhubarb ice cream. i want to taste this incredibly well, on the most of sunny days.

MAMA

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MAMA

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to protect and nourish my children. watching them grow. savoring the moments.

Bohemian floral Print.

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grabbing a hat and a lightweight blouse on those breezy warm days

love

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on those days where i need to be just me, with only me…..reflecting in Gods country.

dream garden

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surrounding myself with the scent of Heaven

wonder

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…..following a path to something amazing…….incredible…….

xoxo

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im a dreamer. a believer. i am. my surroundings may not always allow it though. for as long as i can remember being a dreamer is kinda my thing. my very being wouldnt be content any other way. "a DREAM is a WISH your HEART makes" - cinderella

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a dreamer has the ability to become lost. i need to be lost sometimes for this is when i truly find myself. a good book. a mysterious door leading to somewhere enchanted. or sitting alone and collecting my thoughts. all of these are a bit like possessing a magic wand.

with a wave of my magic wand

(barbara cb)

a magic wand taking you where you want to go. where you want to be.

i quite often have this image that im running, not for “for my life” running, but perhaps playing a game of catch with my littles. we are so content. laughing. my girls wearing a crown of forest moss and wildflowers. and my boys with their makeshift bow & arrows from the findings of wood on the forest floor. all are barefoot, feeling refreshed from the morning dew on the velvet ground, covered with all sorts of moss.

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its the same dream……quite often. i flourish when im lost. my creativity flows. i move to a different rythym. gracefully and quick like a fawn.

Story Inspiration: A girl with light auburn hair and freckles stared at me. I looked at her, from the ground where Quint had left me. She began to grow antlers from her head. Then her face took form of a snout. Slowly, she transformed into a deer. Not a fully grown one. Just a fawn. She stared at me again with beady, deer eyes, then galloped away.

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i see my own babes have inherited this lost nature. at times it prohibits them from accomplishing simple things. but they are pure. they are fresh. so when the nature for becoming lost calls them….they go. without a care in the world. and i simply love it. i love it because they understand what it means to dream. how does one accomplish such greatness without a dream?

you need to dream. to believe. to put faith in. to be lost.