here we go

growing up, my family would take frequent trips to the mountains. i always thought it was just a built-in part of life–a natural gathering place for families and friends. as i got older, however, our family moved on to a plateau in idaho, where spring is sweet, but the rest of the year is bitter cold, making trips to mountains and meadows a bit trickier. 

i've felt the tug to return to the mountains and the meadows many times since my childhood, and i've come to truly love the stillness that nature grants my distracted heart. that's why i'm writing this letter–to begin a journey of sharing that space with people i love–just digitally: a mini peek into my mind meadow.

i had every intention of beginning this letter during the months of gentle autumn. fall is a season that i hold dear. the crisp air always feels so healing and fresh, and the vibrancy of the leaves feels so shocking among the retreat of summer life. i didn't quite finish writing then, and i almost didn't start now…but

the falling leaves are gentle confetti

celebrating change, yet

we wish away the season of rest.

however,

a tree survives the bleak midwinter, 

because of the strength from its roots.

so im finally starting, nourishing my roots, in this letter to you. 

i've always been enamored by the stories that underlay our lives. i'm tired of the kind of social that seeks to diminish our stories. so this series is my prayer that creating a life well-lived doesn't have to happen 100% online. 

as of late i've been learning to prioritize childhood ‘joys’ that involve crafting with my hands, and listening with my spirit, instead of relying on the constant consumption that comes from major social media platforms. i call them my “meadow moments”.

meadow moments

reading: evergreen

experiencing: tyler getting admitted to the U of Iowa MHA program, drinking Wilson's famous apple cider, & designing our first home

listening to: if it wasn't for jesus

painting: the park city skyline

designing: wedding thank you's

listening: pray unto the Father with all the energy of heart, that ye may be filled with this love, which he hath bestowed upon all who are true followers of his Son, Jesus Christ; that ye may become the sons of God; that when he shall appear we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is; that we may have this hope; that we may be purified even as he is pure. moroni 7:48

questioning: what do i need to let go of and why?

visiting: florida for thanksgiving

as mark twain always said, the secret to getting [somewhere] is getting started. i’ve always been a dreamer, and this is my mind meadow - a safe place to reflect on grace. thank you for sharing it with me <3 

xoxo,

a