Oh I love you so. "I both thrive and struggle in winter" (same). And #5. And all of it. I need so many reminders, constantly. Thanks for being a reminder.
My husband recently said to me, "you know, no one on the internet has any idea of how funny and silly you are..." I found it confronting but also true -- it's a part of myself I tend to keep at bay, away from the work I share, and I've been really thinking about that lately. Slowly exploring what it would look like to bring it forward a bit more. <3
Thank you for this gift, Lisa. My heart feels fuller. I broke my arm Saturday before Thanksgiving, and more than my humerus bone has felt broken. Many thanks for your healing.
I just bought The Serviceberry myself - she is so wonderful…enjoy your candles. I did this morning- I appreciate your writing so much. It is very much a salve to my healing heart right now. Blessings.
Your shining light has guided me so beautifully towards healing and growth.
Thank you for your beautiful presence within my braid of understanding motherhood and femaleness and my reason for persevering and honouring my nature of being soft yet also in awe of the strength softness can yield.
Best wishes from summer humidity in Australia to you in wintery thoughts and walks in America.
Ohh sending deep care in the midst of summer; I always find so much awe in knowing other parts of the world are traversing differences in season yet similarities in heart. Thank you for reading 💛
This was just the medicine I needed after a dark few days (emotionally and physically - power cuts here). Thank you so much. I love your writing and grateful to discover it today. The heart missing people part made me cry.
The first layer that captivated my attention is the reminder about reminders. I notice myself speaking to this weekly with my community. Voicing that we forget and we remember and we constantly need reminders. So, however you wish to experiment with reminding yourself, I gentle nudge to do that. I am similar to you Lisa, I write my reminders in my journal each morning. I leave that page open so, hopefully, when I walk by that page at some point in the day, I am reminded of that which is most important to me. Take a pause, let the words in and then continue with the day, reignited. ✨ I appreciate your words
"Collecting beauty doesn’t negate the hurt; it just deepens your willingness to face it." I've just written this is in big letters in my notebook. Thank you, Lisa
Number one is really really speaking to me. I often associate grief with something being wrong, and the reframe of it meaning that I'm listening is so helpful! I also feel very at home in the darker, quieter parts of the year for similar reasons. I've wondered if being born in November has anything to do with it - there's a sense of recognition within me when this season rolls around.
#14 for me … the willingness to stay with what’s hard and #6 - I have left instagram and while I have moments of that addictive impulse to hop on and scroll, it feels much better not to be there.
I love how you include a song that you love from spotify! Curious how you embedded that....
This beautifully captures the dichotomy of winter: I too welcome and long for the silence and the coziness and romanticism of candlelight and firelight. The tiny lights on trees and mantle pieces. The air of expectation.
Yet I also suffer from seasonal affective disorder. Days cooped up at home are both cherished and can feel like a prison.
I love the silence of snow and fear the destruction it can bring.
I love the crisp air and the freshness of winter. Yet I also dread days without the sun.
Oh I love you so. "I both thrive and struggle in winter" (same). And #5. And all of it. I need so many reminders, constantly. Thanks for being a reminder.
Love to you and all your reminders, too 🕯️💛
I love them all, but number 4 is my favorite.
My husband recently said to me, "you know, no one on the internet has any idea of how funny and silly you are..." I found it confronting but also true -- it's a part of myself I tend to keep at bay, away from the work I share, and I've been really thinking about that lately. Slowly exploring what it would look like to bring it forward a bit more. <3
Bring it on. In a world full of experts, the weirdos are the ones who keep it real. ;)
Truly!!
Agreed!!
<3
What a warm and gentle and loving post. All of these reminders rang so true for me. Exactly what I needed today, thank you for sharing ❤️
So glad it reached you, thank you for reading 💛
So beautiful. Bless you, Lisa....
Thank you, Jaiya -- so grateful. 💛
Thank you for this gift, Lisa. My heart feels fuller. I broke my arm Saturday before Thanksgiving, and more than my humerus bone has felt broken. Many thanks for your healing.
Sending you much healing and care -- thank you 💛
I just bought The Serviceberry myself - she is so wonderful…enjoy your candles. I did this morning- I appreciate your writing so much. It is very much a salve to my healing heart right now. Blessings.
She is such a gift. Thank you for reading 🧡
Thank you so much Lisa.
You shine.
You shine So brightly!✨
Your shining light has guided me so beautifully towards healing and growth.
Thank you for your beautiful presence within my braid of understanding motherhood and femaleness and my reason for persevering and honouring my nature of being soft yet also in awe of the strength softness can yield.
Best wishes from summer humidity in Australia to you in wintery thoughts and walks in America.
Ohh sending deep care in the midst of summer; I always find so much awe in knowing other parts of the world are traversing differences in season yet similarities in heart. Thank you for reading 💛
This was just the medicine I needed after a dark few days (emotionally and physically - power cuts here). Thank you so much. I love your writing and grateful to discover it today. The heart missing people part made me cry.
Sending care your way 🧡
The first layer that captivated my attention is the reminder about reminders. I notice myself speaking to this weekly with my community. Voicing that we forget and we remember and we constantly need reminders. So, however you wish to experiment with reminding yourself, I gentle nudge to do that. I am similar to you Lisa, I write my reminders in my journal each morning. I leave that page open so, hopefully, when I walk by that page at some point in the day, I am reminded of that which is most important to me. Take a pause, let the words in and then continue with the day, reignited. ✨ I appreciate your words
Reignited, yes 💛 thank you.
✨💕✨
"Collecting beauty doesn’t negate the hurt; it just deepens your willingness to face it." I've just written this is in big letters in my notebook. Thank you, Lisa
💛💛💛
Beautiful Lisa, and a wholehearted yes to doing less while others seem be doing more. I resonate with so much of this 🤎
So grateful 🙏🏻
Number one is really really speaking to me. I often associate grief with something being wrong, and the reframe of it meaning that I'm listening is so helpful! I also feel very at home in the darker, quieter parts of the year for similar reasons. I've wondered if being born in November has anything to do with it - there's a sense of recognition within me when this season rolls around.
A sense of recognition, yes 💛 I feel that. Thank you for sharing 🙏🏻
#14 for me … the willingness to stay with what’s hard and #6 - I have left instagram and while I have moments of that addictive impulse to hop on and scroll, it feels much better not to be there.
So glad you've found space from it and that it feels better 🧡 I've heard the same from so many.
Number 5 hits me this morning. Soothing words, Lisa. Thank you
So grateful, thank you 💛
What a great post. Loved the listicle format.
Thanks for reading xx
I love how you include a song that you love from spotify! Curious how you embedded that....
This beautifully captures the dichotomy of winter: I too welcome and long for the silence and the coziness and romanticism of candlelight and firelight. The tiny lights on trees and mantle pieces. The air of expectation.
Yet I also suffer from seasonal affective disorder. Days cooped up at home are both cherished and can feel like a prison.
I love the silence of snow and fear the destruction it can bring.
I love the crisp air and the freshness of winter. Yet I also dread days without the sun.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece. 🙏🏻💙💚🦋
Thank you for this lovely reflection 💛 so connected.