May Things

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Three words: The Handmaid’s Tale.

I had a girls night with a few of my oldest friends in Kansas City. We ate at The Oliver which I would recommend to, literally, anyone. The wine I chose was the same kind that Pat Benatar had been drinking the night before in the same restaurant, according to our very tall waiter.

I sold several paintings, at least three of which sold within 24 hours of being listed on Instagram (the rest were commissions)! The proceeds of these sales went to purchasing gift cards to donate to Safe Hope. I made a commitment to donate more to local organizations that are doing good work in our communities this year. Unfortunately… our income hasn’t exactly exploded in recent years so I had to get creative about how I’d be able to fulfill this commitment. That’s when I started selling paintings and using the proceeds from that to give. The response has been so exciting that it’s getting me thinking about what this might look like in the big picture… I’m going to keep selling and keep helping to take care of local places. If you know of any, let me know and I’ll check them out.

Is anyone else as obsessed with Master of None as I am? I feel like this show is so much more rich than you’d ever expect going in. It deals with such honest and subtle takes on important subjects (another show that does this well, The Carmichael Show). It’s certainly no silly comedy that you’d expect if all you know of Aziz Ansari is what you’ve seen on Parks and Rec. Anyway, here’s an article from GQ about How Master of None Unexpectedly Became TV’s Best Food Show.

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This Rookie podcast interview with George Saunders spoke to my writer’s heart. It was so meaty–I kept skipping back 30 seconds just to hear certain things over and over again.
This episode of The Liturgists Podcast about Spiritual Trauma (and trauma in general). I was especially intrigued by the parts about how the body and brain respond to trauma.

In McPherson news, Noffy’s Sandwich Shop & Pub opened this month! We’ve been dreaming and wondering about this for over a year and this May, Noffy and Lisa brought this little baby to life! If you live in Kansas, please make the trip down here. It’s completely worth it. I can’t tell you how excited I was to walk in one night and be greeted with, “Hey! Thanks for coming in but we’re all out of food.” McPherson loves Noffy’s!
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I bought a new swimsuit on clearance at the end of last summer so I don’t need a new suit this year but if I did, this one.
I’m also in the market for a casual summer dress that I can just throw on with sneakers and be done with it. Something like this, this, or this one! (That last one might very well be the one for me.)

Have you seen the new limited-edition Rauschenberg Collection at Warby Parker? I’m absolutely here for these in a color described as “Crystal Marina“. And if you’re a glasses wearer who has never had a pair of Rx sunglasses… I’m begging you to treat yourself! I got my first pair of Rx sunglasses at the tender age of 30. Game changer, kids. Game changer.
OH! THIS JUST IN! This weekend they’re doing a BOGO sale on Bon Look so you can actually get those sunnies we were talking about in addition to some regular everyday ones. Use offercode MAKEITTWO at the check out to get 50% off your second order.

Things I’ve Written in May:
We debuted a new series called The Growing Season.
I answered some of your questions about my spiritual life.
I got caught up in graduation season and wrote a letter to my younger self.
My post about Oklahoma City was featured on The Voyageer!

TELL ME! I want to know what one/ some of your favorite things were that you discovered this month! Not only am I curious, but it’s such a good practice to develop. Take a second and reflect.

XOXO, Lib

A Graduation Letter to Myself

I spent this whole spring thinking about how it has been ten years since I graduated from college. Gettin’ real misty-eyed about the whole thing, too. But, uh, I was mistaken. A friend kindly informed me that I graduated in 2008. Which is something that I had forgotten. My bad. I’m not great at dates.
Regardless, I’ve been in a milestone mindset and thinking of all of the things that I wish I’d known when I graduated from college–regardless of when it was.

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Dear 2008 Libby,
There’s really only one thing that I want you to know. I’m going to say a lot of other things because that’s who we are but it all comes back to this one, vital piece of information. People will tell you this isn’t true but it is. It’s the truest true and I hope you cling to it forever:

You’ve never wasted a single moment of your life.

Don’t fight me on this, it’s true. You’ve spent all this time becoming who I am. I’m on the other side. I know what I’m talking about.

You spent a lot of time in your life not taking chances because you didn’t believe they were for you. You didn’t go to parties because they weren’t for “people like us”. You never submitted your writing–even when it was at its very best–because people like us never get big breaks. In high school, you only had crushes on boys who didn’t serve you or deserve you because you considered yourself “realistic”. People like us don’t get babes or nice guys. You weren’t being realistic. You were selling yourself short.
Girl, you never even sent in for those contests on the backs of cereal boxes when you were a kid because people like us aren’t meant to win all expense paid trips to Epcot. You were so sure of it that you never even tried.
You spent a lot of your time so certain about what “people like us” aren’t entitled to, you didn’t even explore who “people like us” even were. Or what we were allowed to reach out and grab. Spoiler alert: we are allowed to try for all of it.

Regardless, none of that was wasted time. None of that was regrettable. You kept us inside a chrysalis. You taught me the art of introspection. I learned how to be patient in the face of FOMO. And it kept us from getting into situations that we weren’t ready for.

In 2008 you’re currently rounding the corner toward the end of nearly half a decade of trying to get a man to love you–someone who can’t do it. I’m happy to spoil the ending for you–it’s not going to happen. Okay? Ohhhh but you are trying so hard. You got impatient and you thought you’d been sitting and waiting outside of your life for long enough and it was only fair that you get a shot, now. You tried to make puzzle pieces fit for so long. Long after everyone got tired of telling you to let it go and had to move on with their own lives. Right now you’re playing a martyr–you think that you deserve to be loved by this person and you can become exactly what he needs in order to make it an easy job for him. But it’s not even about him, is it? And with all the shape shifting you’re doing, it’s not even about you, either.

But none of that was wasted time. The only thing that we’re going to regret is that we dragged other people into and through our life lessons. But that’s part of it, sometimes.
How else would we know what it feels like when love is right? Oh! Yeah, I’m going to spoil another ending for you: proper, easy, exhilarating love is going to come to you and make every bit of the past heartache and strain so worth it. That’s why none of that time was wasted. It’s going to show up right when your heart is ready for it.
You’re going to fall in love with someone that you never would have expected and you’re going to see that there are no puzzle pieces when it comes to this. There’s no maze to figure out. There’s no forcing it. There’s just a coming together and it’s all right there: open and honest and cards-on-the-table. You’re going to be so exhausted from changing yourself to fit someone else for so long–you won’t have the energy to do it again. Your exhaustion is going to serve you in this way.

Oh! And you already know this but you’re about to move to South Dakota and (you don’t know this part, yet) it’s going to be horrible. Like, you think it’s going to be fun because you’re going on this life adventure with your best friend in the whole world but it’s going to be the actual worst. There’s going to be unemployment and there’s going to be bills and strange coworkers and bosses that make you feel like total shit. And you’re going to get super fired. And you’re going to get manipulated into trying to actualize someone else’s dream. And you’re going to do things that make you feel real skeezy about it and then you’re going to completely lose all faith as a result of that for a while.

But none of that will be wasted time, either. Your friendship will survive and you’ll learn a lot about the thick and thinness of these lifelong relationships. You’re going to live yourself into a spiritual life where there is freedom and joy and excitement. And, honestly, for the most part you’ll forget that you ever lived in South Dakota. It will be six months of horribleness but in all reality by the time you’re in your 30’s you’ll sometimes forget that it ever even happened. It makes for a really good story, sometimes. Other times, it will give you space to empathize with people who are going through the most strained parts of their lives. You’ll get into therapy. It’s gonna be fine. It’s fine, now.

You never wasted a minute. Even those nights that you sat on the floor, cried, and ate a whole peach pie. It was not fun but it brought us here. You brought us here. You did such hard work to make me into a really cool person.
Now, look, I’m not saying you should go out and make terrible life choices for the sake of the life lesson, but if we have to live through it anyway–at least turn it into something good.

And remember that “people like us” get to have anything we want but we don’t get it handed to us. One day you’re going to write every day and publish a few times a week and you’ll paint and you’ll sell art and you’ll have incredible friends again. That’s another thing you’re scared of right now–leaving college and are you ever going to have friends again? Oh my god, yes. Your friendships… they’re better than ever before. Life is going to be so good.

Trust the process. Live through it. Take notes. And step back every now and then,  marvel at the life that brought you here, and keep going because it keeps going.

You never wasted a single moment of your life.

XOXO,
2017 Libby

More on Faith: Your Questions Answered

Last month I wrote a post about religion and my relationship to it. It felt really, really good to write it and I’ve received a lot of great questions in response. It’s funny how a situation where I felt like I had finally said everything I could say left others with tons of questions.

That makes sense, though. My sacred mantra, right now, is “I don’t know.” But I’ll try to put that aside for today and try to address three of the topics that people have been asking me about the most.


So what are you? Are you a Christian? Are you an atheist?
No. To both. I mean, to me it’s not important to have a name for what I believe. That’s where I’m most comfortable. And also, it’s important to remember that “not a Christian” does not equal “atheist”. There are as many belief systems as there are people on this earth. For a while, when I was a Christian, I was hesitant to claim the term because I was so embarrassed by the way that many Christians present themselves. And, in retrospect, I think that was pretty immature. Now, though, I don’t care if you call me a Christian or not–whatever makes you comfortable. I just don’t think that most Christians would care to claim me based on how there are some crucial parts to the Christian theology that I think are… kind of made up. Ugh. I hate how condescending that sounds and I don’t mean to sound that way but if you’re really wondering where I’m at, that’s it. I think the Christian story a beautiful, important, even life-changing myth.

And while that’s what makes the most sense to me and that’s what helps me to fall back in love with faith and spirituality, I totally understand if that’s not true to you. I never want to give the impression that I think less of people who believe differently than I do. I don’t think you’re dumb or simple-minded at all. At all. In all honesty, I have a lot of admiration for anyone of any faith (or lack of faith) that is pursuing, whole-heartedly, a life of joy and peace for themselves and others. It took me about thirty years to embrace that part of life and do my best to drop the rest but it’s finally happened for me and I am completely without apologies about that.

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So if you’re not a Christian, then what are you doing in church? Is that fake? Is it obligation?
There have definitely been times in my life when I was fake in church or attending out of obligation but that’s not where I am right now. When I go, I go on purpose.
I like to take an active role in spiritual connection. I like to learn about spiritual things–especially from  perspectives that I might not seek out on my own. And I love to engage with community. Attending a local Christian church in town is a good fit for a couple of different reasons, not the least of which being that it speaks a language that I’m familiar with. Do I agree with everything that everyone says in the church? No. Do I occasionally laugh at some of the words in worship choruses? Absolutely. But, truly, anyone who’s paying attention is going to experience that, I think. There are lots of things that I have to drop in order to keep my hands open to the things that serve me but that’s important to me. It keeps me more engaged than I ever was, before: blindly clinging to everything tossed in my direction. I wasn’t happy or even thoughtful, then.

There was a time, at the beginning of the deconstruction of my faith, where I hated everything having to do with church. I’d sometimes go because I felt an obligation and I’d grit my teeth and tell myself that this is all fake and the people are all fake and it’s all stupid fake fake fake. I wasn’t happy then and I was un-generous. I looked down on people who didn’t get it like I did in my enlightened state. Ugh. Gross. I hate to think of it but I do know that there are times in life where the pendulum needs to swing heavy in both directions before finding a good settling spot. And for that reason, I’m grateful that I went through/ we all survived that season.
After a decade of trying to set that aside and embracing the myth-perspective of scripture–it unlocked something inside of me. I can sing worship songs and mean it–probably differently than other people in the congregation but we’re all different people, anyway. I can hear the Christmas story and even the Easter story without rolling my eyes. I don’t think those stories are fact and that’s going to be a deal breaker for most of the Christians in my life. But I’m in love with the story and I do think it can be a life-changing one. I just don’t think it’s the only life-changing one.
I can’t imagine that there’s a faith community anywhere in the world that’s going to fit me perfectly. And I live in a relatively small town, so I feel lucky to have a place to go, on occasion, where I feel like I fit pretty ok.

Can I pray for you?
Probably the most common question asked from Christians or those who knew me in my “former life” (it’s not former at all; life is long. I contain multitudes.). I want to give you a very enthusiastic, conditional, “yes”. Sure. Yeah. You can pray for me if you feel like you need to. I totally understand–don’t forget that I grew up in this community and I understand the pull to pray for people.
All that I ask is that you keep a firm grip on fear. Don’t pray for me out of fear or desperation. Don’t worry about the state of my soul. Don’t be afraid of me burning in hell fire. Don’t do that. Exercise that faith muscle. If you believe that God is big enough to do all of the things that you believe he is, there should be no room for fear or worry for me. If you pray for me–pray in a spirit of faith and peace. If you can’t do that, I’d really love it if you would move on to something else that calms your spirit. More than anything–I want to be something that helps to soothe your spirit and if that’s not happening when I come to mind, go ahead and drop me. I’ll be okay. ❤

Thanks for caring about this subject. I love talking about it with you. Let me know if you have any other questions or themes you’d like to discuss on this topic.

I think you’re great.
XOXO, Lib

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Two Years Married But There’s So Much More

September of 2011:
We’d been doing this back and forth with, “I like you, do you like me?” for most of the summer. To make a very long story deceptively short, one day, he came to my apartment in the middle of the day and told me that he wanted me to be his girlfriend. I could feel a pair of invisible hands on my shoulders holding me–as if to say “I know this feels like a perfectly ordinary day but everything is changing right now so let this sink in.” I took my time. I listened to every word he said. I was cautious with the words I said as I was telling him “of course”. Band of Horses was playing in the background and I still feel a pull in my heart when I hear Marry Song.

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Our first photo together. In Manhattan after my first I Heard a Lion (technically, Royal) show. Drinking a cocktail from a fishbowl with our friends.

There was nothing hasty in our deciding to team up–any one of our friends can tell you that. But I’m glad that it took so long. If there was one thing that I knew about Ryan by then, it was that he never did anything that he didn’t really want to do. He doesn’t exactly bend to obligation very easily. And while, at times, that can be challenging–in our early days, this knowledge was my savior.


Summer of 2013:
We started moving all of his stuff into my apartment. We were lucky to meet and fall in love while living as neighbors. It’s a lot easier to move in, that way.
We didn’t have a porch, but we did have a rickety, old, wooden staircase that made everyone except for us nervous. He’d make us gin and tonics and sit behind me on the steps and kiss the top of my head.

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I used to hate summer time. I’d melt and whine and complain in the dry, hot winds of Kansas. But something about loving Ryan made me really enjoy the way it felt to experience my body in the summertime. I didn’t run away from it–the way it looked, the way that it operated, the way that it would sweat. I just started wearing shorts and tank tops and moving around in the heat. Ryan made me love summer–which is great because now I love all of the seasons and there’s no part of the year that I despise. Ryan made me love every single day.


Spring 2014:
We started talking about how maybe we’d want to get married. One day he suggested that we go to Wichita and go look for a ring at antique stores. We both, erroneously, thought this would be a good idea. It wasn’t. It was overwhelming and fruitless. And I had a panic attack on the way there because of the reality of it all. The pressure was strong. He just pulled the car over and held my hand and told me how much he adored me and we can buy a ring today or not buy a ring today and either way it didn’t matter because we’re together forever no matter what anyway.
We didn’t get a ring. But I did learn something about myself–turns out I did want a diamond after all. I thought I could be this cool girl with a pearl or a ruby or something. But the minute there was a sparkly diamond on my hand I was like, “Oh wait! Look at that! I didn’t actually know myself at all. I want one of these!”
A few days later, I mentioned that we could try shopping for rings again sometime and he was all, “Oh, actually…” So I didn’t press it, understanding he’d bought one in secret.

10388655_688784819169_7769206929358220230_nBut guess what. A few months afterward, he still hadn’t proposed. Have you ever been in this situation? When you know that your person is going to propose but they haven’t yet and every time you have a vaguely romantic moment you get yourself all amped up, like, “This is it!” followed by, “Oh… maybe this wasn’t it?” It’s exhausting!

Finally, one night during dinner time and I just told him how hard it is to be in this position. I just would love it if he’d just put me out of my misery. He argued–saying that he needed a beautiful, romantic, grand gesture. He just needed to think of something. I explained that while I appreciated that, I’m not really a grand gesture type of person. I think everyday life is the most romantic. By now we were not quite fighting–I wouldn’t let it go that far because I was already feeling like quite an asshole for bringing up the subject in the first place. He wasn’t believing me.
“You’re telling me,” he said, “that you would want me to just pop down on one knee, one day, and propose to you right here in the living room?!”
“Yes! Oh my God, that would be the greatest! I would love that.”
“So you’re telling me,” he nearly shouted at me, “that you want me to walk over here to this little drawer…”
Me: *confused face*
“and open it and pull out this little ring box…”
Me: *shocked and confused face, still holding my dinner plate btw*
“and open it and tell you how much I love you and ask you to marry me?”
“Um… yes? I would like it if you would do that.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Are we doing this right now?”
*Nods*
“Are we really doing this right now as I hold a plate of chicken fried steak?!”
“Yeah.” He looked so happy and he was tearing up so I knew this wasn’t a cruel joke. “Will you marry me?”
“YES!”


May 16, 2015:
It rained all that week and all day and our plans for an all-day, outdoor, music-festival/ yard-game wedding were basically ruined. It’s taken two years but I’m finally past the bitterness of not getting the wedding I’d planned. I can see it for what it was–adaptation. Insanely romantic adaptation. What ended up happening was that we got married very quickly under a tent that was flooding, ate very quickly under a tent that was flooding, and everyone left very quickly from under the tent that had flooded because their cars were all getting stuck in the mud.
In the end, it wasn’t really that bad because we got all that we wanted. We got married. We walked one another down the aisle to a really beautiful Copeland song. We had our families and our best friends all around. We had my mom’s cinnamon rolls. More than anything else–I still can’t believe that we had friends who stuck around afterwards and cleaned it all up for us. This is the part that still gets me choked up when I think about it. All that hard work. In a thunderstorm.

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Thank you for walking me down the aisle.

We didn’t take a proper honeymoon–which was one of the smartest decisions we made, I think. We got a beautiful hotel in Wichita and slept for three days and two nights. We arrived in our soaked wedding clothes. I felt like a child in a costume. The next morning, I woke up and wrote down everything I could possibly remember about our wedding day. I wrote 15 pages, taking note of every single tiny detail I could possibly remember.


Ryan… it feels like you came up to my apartment just last week. But at the same time, it feels like you married me a century ago. It’s forever and it’s hardly any time at all. I don’t know how we keep making it through in this bizarre time warp but I’ll go through every single twist and turn if it means that I get to hold onto your sturdy hands throughout it all.
I love you.
XOXO, Lib

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Our latest selfie, at Noffy’s Pub.

The Growing Season: Simple Abundance Farm

I met Maggie maybe a year and a half ago? I saw her from across the circle at a local meetup for a Facebook group that we both happened to be a part of. From the minute she introduced herself I was so drawn to her. “Friendship crush” is the only phrase I’ve ever found to describe this feeling. Have you had this? The way she spoke about her husband (seriously, when I interviewed her for this piece, I asked her how long they’d been married and she said, “2 years 8 months 1 week 17 hours and 50 minutes!”), the organic farm they were dreaming of starting, and her passion for their Bahá’í faith just had me feeling like I needed to know this person more. And I definitely told her as much that day. It was a little embarrassing but I threw self consciousness to the wind and it paid off.

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Since that first meeting, Maggie and Adam (her husband whom I did eventually meet) really did start that organic farm and they’ve added to their family with little baby Arlo who was born on New Year’s Day of 2017. I wanted to talk to you about the he story of Simple Abundance Farm and I was so grateful that Maggie was willing to let me interview her. But the story of the farm is a story about Maggie and Adam. So we’ll start there.

“I am grateful for every minute [Adam and I] get to spend together! We met and became friends in high school, playing folk music on the front porch of Adam’s parents’ house. But then didn’t start dating until I was a senior in college. We were together for a year until we were engaged and then during our engagement moved to Key West, Florida were we lived and worked for about a year until we were married there on July 26, 2014! I am so grateful for Adam, he is my most favorite person in the world! We are so blessed to have each other to experience life with and support each other in growing to be the best versions of ourselves.” So this feels like the kind of thing that most people have to say about their partners–but Adam and Maggie are so in love with and excited by one another. It’s the most genuine, non-gushy truth I could ever possibly vouch for. And I know it’s true because they are in love with and excited by almost every person that they encounter. I’ve seen this in action time and time again. The Pounds’ are people who demonstrate presence and appreciation everywhere they go.

After they were married, Adam and Maggie spent about three months traveling around the country–experiencing the way that other people live, dreaming about how they wanted to live, and sorting out how they’d spend their lives living out their values. During this time, they realized that they really wanted to experience organic farming. Why organic? “Organic farming encompassed many of the things we were both passionate about such as our love for the outdoors, being in a close relationship to the things that sustain and give us life, being stewards of the earth, knowing how and where our food comes from, the community that farming can create, etc.” One little hitch, though: Maggie told me that neither of them had ever had so much as a vegetable garden! So they sought advice and decided to apply for an internship on an organic farm.

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That’s how they ended up in Carnation, Washington at Present Tense Farm–a four-acre organic vegetable farm. “[We were] working with the two farmers, and learning every aspect of the farm, such as seeding, planting, weeding, irrigation, harvesting, washing, working farmers markets, and so so so much more!” They interned there for about seven months and fell in love with it. They knew, for sure, that this was what they wanted to pursue when they moved back to Hutchinson, KS. Occasionally they, and other interns, would visit other farms to talk and learn from different perspectives. One day they were in another farmer’s home and they saw a sampler hanging on the wall–on it were stitched the words “simple abundance”. “From that moment, Adam and I knew this encompassed what we wanted our farm to convey.” And that’s where they got the name.

I was wondering what the very first steps towards making this dream a reality were and Maggie told me that it started with daydreaming. What if we all took our daydreams so seriously? They started looking at Google Earth images of Hutchinson, imagining where might be a good spot for their little organic, urban farm.

Their first season started in 2016 with Adam building shelves in their basement. They attached some growing lamps and connected a hose for watering and they were in business with micro greens! “While we grew a few vegetables outdoors in our front yard, most of last year’s sales were grown on the size of about a sheet and a half of plywood.” Last year, they sold three different types of micro greens at the Farmer’s Market. As a consumer of their product, I was super duper hooked on their radish and sunflower micro greens–tossing them into just about every salad I made last summer.

I asked Maggie what it is that keeps the passion fires burning for Simple Abundance. Her response was so beautiful I couldn’t possibly boil it down for you so here’s her word-for-word answer:
“Something I try to always remember is that we are spiritual beings having a material experience. I believe that our purpose here is to develop our spiritual selves, to nourish and strengthen our souls through the lives that we lead during our time on this earth. I try to view everything through this lens, which doesn’t always happen and is not always easy. Our goal with Simple Abundance farm is to remind ourselves and our community that if we are stewards of the earth and look for ways to live in harmony and balance with one another, then we can provide for each other and live in so much abundance. The quote ‘Live simply so that others may simply live,’ comes to mind. I think that Adam and I have found that feeling rich and nourished comes from a hard day’s work, from sharing a homegrown meal with family and friends, from holding our son while he experiences his first Kansas thunder storm, it comes from Adam playing his banjo while Arlo and I listen, and from sitting together by the fire in the evening under the stars. This is when we feel we are simply living in abundance.”

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Spring is in full-swing and Simple Abundance has entered into its second season. As time goes on, I’m going to reach out to these guys a few more times to check in on how their growing season is going. This is part one, we’ll meet up with the Pounds Family in several weeks to see how things are progressing with their family and the farm.

In the meantime–are there any questions that you have for them?


This is the first installment in a brand new series called The Growing Season. The Growing Season is dedicated to the beginnings, middles, and maybe even ends of projects. When we start something new, we often have the ultimate goal in mind and want to rush through the sacred beginning and middle work. This series exists to celebrate the whole process–not just the end result.

Extra special thank you to Blue Muse Photography for supplying all of these photos!

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