“May: the lilacs are in bloom. Forget yourself.”
Anyone else a lover of lilacs? There is something so special about them. A classic. A staple. A sign of warmer, lighter days to come and then sultry nights on the deck with low music and cold beer. Tree frogs ringing out their trilled harmonies. Stars perched atop a coal black sky.
I’m going to be completely honest here, April flew by with a ton of fun (my birthday, a weekend best-friend getaway complete with the one and only Brett Eldredge, a flea market sale where I sold more of my book jewelry than I have at all the other festivals I’ve done put together) and, while I wrote in my journal and read like crazy, it was most definitely not a good blogging month. Consequently, I set forth with a goal to be more “present” during May. Going to kick that off with a personal post since I skipped last month.
May, for me, is all about reading things I want and writing about emotions I don’t want to closet away. Meaning: I’m not picking up a single book in May that I feel I “should” read and I’m not writing about a single thing that’s been put through a filter. May is about doing what feels good and raw and real, you know?
So, recapping –> in January = I showed off some of my bookshelves and a love of all things rusted/vintage/upcycled. In February = I shared a few, special pictures I’d taken on random adventures. In March = I tossed around a couple things I was “into” at the moment including tarot and reading as many Greek classics as I could get my hands on.
In the spirit of the month, this personal post is all about my feel-goods. May is such an exciting month here in rural, Mid-Missouri. Planting season has rolled around so farmers are going ninety miles an hour and town is alive with the bustle. There’s flowers for sale outside every grocery store. Gardens are being tilled. Baby bunnies are running around and morel mushrooms are poking through the soft dirt.
If that doesn’t make you feel good, then I don’t know if the rest of this post will be much help either, to be honest. Thriving, for me, at this moment equates = SIMPLICITY. All I want to do is curl up with good books on the back step and watch my dog run through the grass. I want to create things with my hands and drink good coffee. I want to sweep sand from my floors after long days in the sun.
Just going to include a few pictures of “simple” things that make my heart feel good. ⬇️
The definition of “simplicity” on Google is: “the quality or condition of being easy to understand or do. Plain. Natural. With ease.” Isn’t it such a wonderful word? Here’s to another month and just the beginning of year 27 for me. (I am unbelievably excited about 27, I’m not going to lie.)
What are some “simple things” that make your heart happy? DO TELL!
Love, B + Hagan