Everyday Beautiful

I know we are in a mini-post series.  I promise this post is a quick read, though I have selected multiple pictures to convey the theme.  Thanks for hanging in there with me . :) Rest.  What do you envision when you hear that word?  A lot of individuals think of naps or other times of actual sleep.  However, I have learned rest takes many form, each unique to the person participating.  For me, a day of chores at home sounds relaxing.  My sister would rather hang out with friends, watching a movie and going out for ice cream.  My parents enjoy time together watching football or playing board games.   So today I bring you several things which feel restful to me.  This is not an exhaustive list; rather, it paints a general idea of rest beyond sleep.  I encourage you to think about what rest looks like for you after reading this post.  Then, don't leave those thoughts in your head.  Put it into practice!  Make time daily to do at least on restful activity.  You'll thank yourself la

 A while back when I asked you for feedback on my blog, a dear friend wrote to me, suggesting that I publish shorter posts.  "It's hard to take in everything you write, which saddens me because I want to take it all in," she told me.  Thankful for her words, I conducted a series of mini blog posts.  Now, a year later, I find myself in a season of life which makes me tired and drained.  Yet I desire to keep publishing posts!  This sparks a new mini series on Everyday Beautiful.  Each post in this series will contain only one of two pictures sharing beauty I found amidst my crazy, often tiring life... these images remind me life is beautiful, blessed and worth living. So here we go... Watching Makai pet, feed and squeal over our friends' rabbits made time stop.  I could focus only on him., his excitement for life- his own and other creatures'.  Too often I fly by neighbors, animals and plants without taking even a second to appreciate their presence.  Instead, I wor

Two years ago, my mom turned to me during a walk.  "Why don't you start your own blog?" she asked.  "You talk all the time about how much you love taking pictures, and you're good at it.  Why not share those pictures with others?"  I brushed her off.  Me, start a blog?  No way!  Why would anyone want to see my photos?  No one would care what I had to say.  There are thousands of other blogs out there; no one would want mine. But Mom's suggestion kept nagging at my heart.  I laid in bed that night, turning the idea over in my head.  What was stopping me from jumping into this adventure?  Fear.  Only fear.  Fear of what others would think, fear of failing, fear of rejection.   What lay beyond the fear?  When I allowed myself to consider this with honest curiosity, I found the idea of a blog intrigued me.  What a wonderful outlet for creativity.  I could share my pictures and thoughts.  A blog provided me with a platform to post my poems.  I would have a to