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when we are too focused on the future we stress. when we are too focused on the past we get depressed. so celebrate the now.
- my therapist

i’m currently relearning that celebrations aren’t always held during the “happy” occasions. sometimes celebrating looks like honoring the grit. persevering in the midst of doubt. and allowing ourselves to nurture our heart and soul in such a way that: we do not allow the memories of the past or desires of our future keep us from relishing the moments in the present.
so do just that, relish the moment.

be still and honor the process.

i’ve been dabbling into oil paint lately, and one of the things i noticed is that it isn’t quite like acrylics. acrylic paint tends to dry faster while oils take a longer time.
as i finished this piece in a sense i surrendered it. i had to let it be and allow it to dry up. if i retouched it or kept messing with the paint, it made the wait longer. the same concept of allowing ourselves to be still can apply to our daily lives. at this time last week, i was mourning the failure of our first treatment. in a sense it felt like we miscarried all over again. at first, i was so discouraged, then i felt so guilty about being discouraged. isn’t it crazy how we’ve been conditioned to look at the beauty
and not face the pain?
yet the pain enhances the beauty itself.
as the painting dries up, and we continue taking strides to live a life of joy and contentment, in this very moment i encourage us to not neglect the many waves of emotions we face. while we can be at peace we can still experience doubt and that is okay. don’t ignore or keep arms length away from those emotions. feel the rawness in them and work through it. in the end, it is when we face the painting and allow it to dry, that we can truly experience the fullness of life.
📷: @carographystudios

the moments of drought and rain
are just as important as the bloom.

the dry season is needed for stillness. it is in stillness that we become firmly grounded in our roots ready to weather out the storms that come our way.
the rain is needed for continual growth and survival. the water feeds our roots, helps us become planted, and transforms us into resilient beings.

if you find yourself in a season of withering, be encouraged, the rain will come, and in due time you will bloom again. honor your season of rain or drought through stillness, allowing your self to feel + be, and choosing contentment in the midst of it all.
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#enespañol Los tiempos de sequía y lluvia también son importantes como la floración. el tiempo seco es necesario para la quietud. en la quietud aprendemos a ser firme arraigados en nuestras raíces, listos para resistir las tormentas que se nos presentan. la lluvia es necesaria para el crecimiento continuo y la supervivencia. la agua alimenta nuestras raíces, nos ayuda a ser plantados y nos transforma en seres resilientes.
si se encuentra en una temporada de marchitamiento, anímese, vendrá la lluvia y, a su debido tiempo, volverá a florecer. honre su estación de sequía eligiendo alegría y gratitud en la lluvia.

while this journey has been bitter,
it has led me to something sweet.
joy.
i finally understand that i can be joyful
in the midst of mourning.
#themourningsister
available on amazon + barnes & noble

it’s been two months since the release of my first book: the mourning sister, and i’m (still) so amazed at the outpouring love and support i’ve received. releasing this book was/is so monumental for me. while i recognize that my angel baby made me a mama, this book has allowed me to honor a life shortly lived. i never envisioned my journal notes out in the open for the world to see. but, what a healing + blessed journey it’s been. from the incredible sisterhood i found in other women who have experienced infertility/loss/miscarriage to women who have never walked through any of those things yet, are journeying through grief or learning to support those in mourning. thank you from the bottom of my heart to all whom have purchased a copy for yourself or for a friend.
this is just the beginning.
📷: @carographystudios