Donut Days

The small things make magic moments. Little kitchens dimly lit, full of laughter and flour.

Nutmeg and cinnamon filling the air with memories of autumn days. 

The sweet deep happiness of wanting donuts for nearly a month and the wonderful reward of waiting and hand making…

 

I wish I were free to Love.

I am learning. Ever learning about what love really is and how it flows in and out of my heart.

I am learning what it really means to love without receiving.

I am learning what it is to truly be vulnerable and open.

It is a hard thing and yet it is dearly beautiful…


(Photo’s of my journal pages as of late.)

Rusted into stars.

 A Magical warehouse is the perfect place for a french press adventure.

The ceiling rusted into stars.

The floor puddled with rain.

Wild beasts playing around us as the steam rises off our yummy Stump Town Coffee.

This is my new favorite place, I could live many adventures within these walls.

NIght

“The dark night of the soul comes just before revelation.

When everything is lost, and all seems darkness,

Then comes the new life and all that is needed.”

-Joseph Campbell

Shine a little more honey.

Face those ever encircling thoughts.

Let the seems burst wide and the strength gather up speed to carry you on.

Shine a little more honey, SHINE!