Speaking From the Heart

There's a bit of irony in the title of this post...

in that the words are not coming easily of late,

and I'm finding it difficult to wax rhapsodically

about design and decor and all that jazz that I normally

love to gab about.

It all feels shallow and silly
and of small consequence. It isn't shallow and silly,
that's just the grief talking.
Art and beauty and creativity still matter,
perhaps now much more so than ever.

But for me?
I'm feeling quiet and contemplative,

and even a bit lost.
It's okay, it's normal, I get that....
it's a process, one I must go through.
No circumventing the stages of grief,
no going around it.
Through  it.

So, in the spirit of being true to myself and to you as well,

I'm letting my photos speak for me instead.

Another small handful
from the fields of Warrenton last week...

Thank you all for understanding,
and for just being you.

:-)

photos taken here:

#1 The Sweet Pea Collection

#2 Garden Antqs Vintage

#3 Christie Connelly's space

#4 Talking Trash

#5 Garden Antqs Vintage