good morning! how are you? i want to crawl back in my cozy bed that is how i am..
the whir of the furnace is whirring behind me as the house still sleeps.
it is me, and God and coffee
and for some reason my weekend in Seattle and my experience with lissa and the “chickens” comes to mind
and i can see her concern as the night and her signature dinner is not going as she dreamed it would
as it always does
this time was different
she had a “stranger” in her home and like us all wanted to perform well
because isn’t that what we are wired for? what we want more than anything is to be loved?
and we are most loved when we do something well
not when the chicken is done and the vegetables aren’t cooking
and the husband is past starving
and the crickets are chirping
and all the while i am sitting there watching her heart try and hold it together
trying to “save the chickens”
and realizing this isn’t going to go as planned
and i love her all the more
i love the real lissa
i loved the realness of all that transpired and you know why?
because it is the kind of things that happen in my home too
i cold relate in a thousand ways
who really cares about a carefully curated chicken when i
was building a relationship with another human being that i really really wanted to know more about?
the very thing that she may have felt i wouldn’t love if i knew
was the very thing that drew me to her
oh…and i think we are opening a small retail space very soon
and you are invited
to come and see our heart art + pretty things
follow along on instagram because that is where i hang out everyday
**this is just me being obedient to sit and write. i have not edited anything. the fact that i am sitting and writing anything is a miracle today:) please don’t judge this isn’t rocket science or saving the world…..:)