Green linen Skirt // Kellie Falconer Design
green top, floral blouse // thrifted
garden flats // Crocs
It's been another greased lightning week... from doctoring a neighbor's horse after pulling 3/4 of an inch of cold steel (in the form of a horseshoe) out of it's back leg to the friday night Contra dance (which was scathingly brilliant) to organizing an online blogging event which is soon to be revealed. Helped conquer daisies with my bestie*. And I spent countless peaceful hours in the garden and greenhouse watering with the effervescent company of P.G. Wodehouse and my own ponderings.
Countless hours also logged in the wall tent, pouring over my notes and planners, brainstorming, and yes, worrying a little.
But perhaps the worry and fear are a necessary part of the picture - without them, there is nothing to overcome. And that's when we get to see God work in our lives the most.
I've even been seriously considering applying for a job in town - but every time I visualize that, as exciting and interesting as it sounds, I have a sinking feeling of heartbreak. I absolutely love what I'm trying to do here, and the thought of not being free to create it is unfathomable.
Without fathom.
I keep wondering if it's just fear of change, doing something unfamiliar, but I don't think it is. I'm not afraid of that. I just have this fire burning in me that won't be quenched, a dream that I passionately want to see come true. I want to create something that people, ordinary people like you and I, can use and enjoy and benefit from around the world. Something that has echoes of the world I live in and the love I've woven into each seam. That's what my skirts are about.
I feel like there will never be a better opportunity for this dream than right now, no matter how high the walls may seem.
Everything I need is right here.
In fact, it's a beautiful place to be.
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