It was very early, the day eludes me, as I lay in bed giving up on sleep when the thought of creating a space to both celebrate and endure this beautiful life shimmered at the edge of my mind. The tail end of an Idea slipping by and just too far out of reach to grab hold of with a firm grip.
Slowly, slowly the Idea returned, playing in the fields just outside the garden of my imagination; popping up into view and ducking down to hide behind a bush before I could get a good look.
Then suddenly and all at once, as if we hadn’t been playing a game of hide and seek, the Idea walked up and introduced itself; twofiveohnine.
“Imagine it, then create it.”
Now I find myself, holding the Idea in the palm of my hand, getting to know it in all its intricacies, and my imagination is tripping over herself, spilling out and onto the floor in her excitement.
We have a place! A place for pretty, for purpose, for processing, and for practicing the things we learn. In this place there is laughter and adventure; there are tears and struggles. And there is always love.
When you love and laugh abundantly, you live a beautiful life.