some days my dreams grow big – with wings and legs to carry them.
a creative business with leah made from all the things we love; essential oils, botanicals, pottery, beautiful words, freeing ideas, natural materials. an airy white space (in a barn?)Â where we canÂ make and sell our hand-crafted things and be surrounded by flowers, plants and books, perhaps even teachingÂ classes. providing enough income (at least) to feed our families. one day perhaps, travel with a purpose ofÂ partnering with international artisans providing other women enough income (at least) to feed their families by bringing their things to market. even books to write, illustrate and publish. sounds dreamy doesn’t it!
but for today, the things of home and family are belovedÂ enough. i’ve spent weeks with sick children to cuddle, rubbing backs and aching legs with essential oils, treating sore throats with raw honey. there are stacks of paperwork to order, places to be, food to make, and make, and make. some days are for this full life, the one all around me, in me and through me. i remember how family was once my biggest dream, the one i wanted most and before anything else, the one i knew i couldn’t leave undone and feel complete.
on my nightstand there are still books about botanical drawing, hand-carving, natural dyeing, and art. there are online classes half-finishedÂ and a schedule in disarray. Â but i’ve succumbed to the rhythm weaving back and forth and in-between. some months grow, reach, strive… others retreat, hold, surrender. this is february for me.
if january is about what dreams may come, february is about what is. we love the one’s we’re with. we settle in and rest awhile – it is winter after all.
just around the corner, march will blow in withÂ a beauty and truth all her own. hmm, i wonder what it will be?