Live Simply. Love Deeply.

Lesson (not quite) Learned My heart is stirring; this pounding in my chest making my head spin and my heart ache and I’m in tears.  Lord, what are you doing?   I knew that I needed a good spiritual slap in the face to wake up from my complacent slumber.  Let me be real with you, this past year has been quite the journey.  My husband and I decided to move to Seattle to start chasing a dream that we (sadly!) couldn't achieve in Bozeman.  Thus, over the last 12 months, the long season of waiting; mostly impatiently as we tried to figure out what was best for our little family of two.  Don’t misunderstand me, this last year has had so many amazing adventures and I wouldn't change a thing about it.  Learning to be married (to the MOST amazing man!), chasing dreams together and scripting new ones, living life with some of our closest friends in Bozeman, going on a medical mission trip (a personal bucket list item), and SO much more.  However...

Dig a Little Deeper I recently started chiropractic therapy to help fix some problems I've been having.  Part of the therapy includes medical massage...which, at first, I was a little excited to "have" to go in for a massage.  But I took a look at the technique and got a little nervous.  I had had a similar therapy done on my knee last year, and it wasn't exactly a day at the beach. Instead of hot stones, it includes metal tools (similar to a butcher cleaver and mortar).  In order to break up the facia that is causing problems, these tools are used to knead the muscles and draw blood to those areas in order to promote healing.   A painful process necessary to heal. Healing. I think we often think of "healing" and just think of the end result...healed.  We like to think of it as more of a past tense, insinuating that the process is behind us so we can just move on with our lives.  But that's, most often, not the case. Healing hurts.  You ...

The Other One... Confession: I haven’t been completely honest.   Several months ago I wrote a post about my plant, Peter, and how if I practice a few simple practices (proper watering, good lighting, healthy and enriched soil, the proper container etc.) he will be able to flourish and not be dry and weary. With some hard work and recognition of Peter’s needs, he was able to flourish.   At the time of writing about Peter, I had a little pang of guilt reverberate in my mind.  I haven’t told you about Ferguson.  He’s our fern.  (I can already hear you judging me in your minds because I name my plants and talk about them as if they have feelings…yeah, that’s just the way it is.  I’m unashamed.)   I intentionally left him out of that previous blog for one reason.  I was a tad bit ashamed of him.   He’s finicky and has a personality (in his very nature) that is very difficult.  Treating him with the same (initial) respect th...

Unprepared, Uncomfortable and Unshakeable  Do you ever have those days where your world's equilibrium is just...off?  With every turn another roadblock seems to get in your way, knocking you off course and making you uncomfortable? A series of events caused me to be just that.  Uncomfortable.  I was unprepared for those roadblocks and as a result, I was uncomfortable. It was an early morning in the desert known as "Sun City" and my husband and I were being escorted to the airport by my g-pops and g-ma.  All was well.  We eventually made our way through security and went through the whole shebang; shoes off, liquids and computers in the trays and our bags on the conveyer belt all ready to be scanned. Beep beep!  Their scanners are alerted and I'm kindly asked to follow a lady to another part of the security area. Great. There was one thing I forgot to take out of my bag before coming on this trip: my personalized Swiss Army Knife that I bou...

Not My Job The other day (and by that I mean “a few months ago”) I was shopping at World Market when I took a puzzle off of a display to see if it was suitable for my niece and nephews.  After looking it over, I decided to put it back on the shelf but I couldn’t get it to stand up without falling over because the shelf was a bit slanted.  When it had fallen a couple times, a lady who was shopping near me said “oh, don’t pick that up, that’s not your job.”  I gave a curtesy smile and she walked away.   Immediately after she had shared her opinion with me, a negative chord was struck.  Was she serious?  Are we too busy Christmas shopping that we can’t bother to return items in the way we retrieved them?  Whose job should it be, if not my own, to replace the puzzle to it’s rightful place because I was the person who “de-shelve” it in the first place?  (I’m sure we’ve all been there, myself included, “I don’t want to go all the way to the othe...

Let's Go For a Walk We need to have faith to jump, but we also need to jump to have faith. When it comes to waiting, I’d rather not…the anticipation butterflies boil within me and the possibilities of what the future may soon hold consume my thoughts.  Tomorrow's chances becomes today’s reality and I am soon dissatisfied with my current position: now.   Dreams.  Desires.  Passions.  Visions.  These topics flood my mind.  I dream of future realities which then fuel more and more dreams.  The desire to run away with them overwhelms me and quickly replaces the need to take the necessary steps to take off.  And every time, without fail, I find myself back where I started; dreaming of the run instead of learning how to walk. Because, in order to run we need to first learn how to walk.   It’s a little funny really, I dislike running with a passion.  My body aches, my muscles tighten and my lungs scream for more oxygen....