Spent the day at Longwood Gardens surrounded by the most amazing orchids for Orchid Extravaganza, but somehow walked away being completely smitten with everything green (especially my favorite veggie).
On a personal level, twenty seventeen has been one of my most challenging years. A year filled with hard lessons about love and loss. Lessons that leave you no other choice but to grow a stronger soul.
That isn’t to say though, that there weren’t beautiful moments worth remembering along the way. More than ever, I found myself grounded in mother nature, a connection I consider fundamental to my very well being.
I already know that the coming year will be one of great change. Moving forward, I hope to remember some words that ring true to who I have been and, more importantly, who I want to be; “Don’t allow your wounds to turn you into a person you are not.” — Paulo Coelho and especially “May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.” —Nelson Mandela.
So here’s to more worthwhile views, and all the things to come. Happy New Year.
Sundays are for new friends and cat naps. Sleep Study I.
To those who serve, and that have served.
In honor of Heartbreak Cafe, a loving companion and friend.
My affinity for goats runs deep.
Magical creatures that border the line of otherworldly. Captured at a riding farm in Virginia.
Plus this barn cat, for obvious reasons.
A little late to post, but yet another birthday has come and gone. Words to live by for my twenty-seventh year:
“Whatever makes you weird is probably your greatest asset.” Joss Whedon