This is not a post about how I haven't been to Paris yet.
This is not a post about how sad I am that I didn't have professional photos taken while I was pregnant or right after Ellie was born.
This is not a post about how I'm still thinking about the food Persephone made at the Feast Retreat (and how I need to make some in my kitchen).
This is not a post about why I (still) watch Grey's Anatomy.
This is not a post about Millie's chronic ear infection and how she's moved on to the needing to see a specialist phase and how intense, sad, and expensive it is.
This is not a post about how I want to teach more workshops around the country and how I'm wondering how to make that happen.
This is not a post about how much I really want to start an art journal practice.
This is not a post about me sharing how I really feel when someone says, "Soak up every minute. They just grow up so fast. You will miss this."
This is not a post about the incredible number of words Ellie says in a day or an hour and how much that sound delights every corner of my being.
This is not a post about how much I really want to be invited to a party where I can wear my never-been-worn favorite party dress.
This is not a post about how much I still love my hair cut.
This is not a post about how much I miss you.
This is not a post about the quiet moments when doubt sneaks in.
This is not a post about the exquisite taste of fig jam + goat cheese + prosciutto.
This is a post about one family taking a walk in their neighborhood on a Sunday evening and finding the most incredible evidence of a Pacific Northwest Spring along the edges of the sidewalk. Walking, running, naming every color and every shade of every color, telling me which flowers to photograph, and chatting the entire time.
This is a post about getting back into nature in the simplest ways to clear one's head of all that chatter.
(These colors inspired several of the new soul mantra necklaces in the shop.)