Jul 15, 2012 | Global
Introducing my Bella: She has been my cuddle bug on many of days and she has been sick with a limp and a lump. It’s being tested for cancer. Sad baby.
My life coach brought me some yummy cherries!
This week consisted of over Fifty hours of Fruitive which was an exhausting labour of love! So since the majority of my waking time was there you get a lovely selection of work memories!
The down pour that I took my break in: Soaking the sounds and the drops washing away the mugginess.
Lots and lots of coffee. Which is funny since I work at a juice shop and it had been a hot second since i’d had coffee.
Why are there so many banana’s you say? My boss man told a co-worker hey go to the store and buy as many banana’s as you can because we are out of our frozen one’s for smoothies and this cart FULL is what he wheeled into Fruitive. We all died with laughter and applause!
I took this picture not knowing ALL the implications it would have for me this week. We have a giant wall of books in our store which is quite honestly my favorite part of Fruitive. I just noticed the title: Try and Trust. This is a word straight from God. I feel it in my bones. Something happened this week that took my breath away in the bad kind of way. Like a car crash when you have been driving so perfectly and going the right speed and well doing everything well. But someone else just blindsides you. I ranted at God and when I say ranted I mean all the christian girl lingo WENT OUT THE WINDOW! I asked around to several people for advice and strength and the common answer was: Trust in his love and this too shall pass. I believe it this time. I know all to well the plummeting lows that I have ALLOWED to keep me down. I am choosing to get up fast and run after what I want. I am TRUSTING… Yes finally I am trusting. In the face of what happened this week this is an incredible achievement that I am publicly patting myself on the back for. I do not trust, never have. This changes today. I am Trusting in God almighty.
Jul 13, 2012 | Global
I have always adored travel. The sensation of new places and the connection with people from every culture gives me a jolt of joy like nothing else can.
Photo and caption by Ashley Fielden
In a surprise trip to the Taj Mahal, out of thousands of people, stood one remarkable young lady, with eyes that sparkled with eagerness and beauty. One would think that the memory I would take away as being breath taking would be of the grand marble mausoleum lying before me. But instead her face is burned into my memory. Her beauty surpassed the likes of anything i’d seen in India, even one of the world’s wonders.
Location: The Taj Mahal: Agra, India.
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Jul 11, 2012 | Global
(please accept the poor scan, it’s what I had to work with.)
Lessons are to be learned here. Perfection isn’t everything.
Jul 11, 2012 | Global
OH spontaneous adventures how you seize us with inspiration and push us out into the muggy summer rain. How you swallow us in memories and fog and wet muddy shoes! You dance with us among the streets and pull us toward this moment. Thank you for all your blushing sweetness.
We were puddle hunters today! Or accidentally pronounced we became “puddle humper’s.” It was only said once though, so I pretended not to notice and pointed out a near by rabbit we gave the name bershard bush too. He was shades of auburn and dust. He cleaned out his whiskers with fervent paws. And because I was with a two and four year old the moment quickly gave way to jumping in more muddy puddles. We had delicious fun hunting them in our neighborhood. The musk of the hot summer day settling. We played sword fighting with tender sticks on the side walks and smelt the dahlia’s as we passed!
We then took the little ones to get cleaned of summer’s play, (only after a kitchen dance party.) I remember my mom doing the same when I was little. Sitting in the tub for what seemed to be hours. Pretending to be a mermaid or playing with my barbies. I always got lost in my tangled imaginings. Not much has change I guess… Although I no longer keep barbies in the bath I still get lost in play like these kiddo’s do. It’s good to be young and alive.
