It's the month of September, and while the heat outside is still rampant, my music style sh...
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We have to go to the cutest little coffee shop while we're in Tampa, my aunty told us. What's it called? we wondered in anticipation. I think... Propaganda? We just looked at her. Oh, that's a strange name.. After a memorable drive filled with laughter and catching up and not being able to find a coffee shop called Propaganda, we decided to bite the bullet of modern day technology and just google it instead. My cousin Taylore chimed in with her now famous and quoted line: this is why all decisions are better made with a coffee in hand (we've learned many life lessons from her).
Soon enough we found ourselves in a quaint, white, Kinfolk-esque coffee shop owned by two darling people who spoke to my soul's complete and utter joy found in those little green succulents- at least a hundred of them tucked into corners and sitting lined up in neat little rows on all the windowsills. It's Edelweiss, I whispered to Alexandrea, and she laughed. Clean + bright.
They started out as a succulent shop, hence the name, they explained to us; then they changed to a coffee shop. Both green and coffee are necessary in my world, but honestly what I was most intrigued with were the owners themselves. Their coffee is phenomenal (after one cup I was starstruck; after two I labeled it a favorite); their fun is exuberant; and their decor is basically my style in a glance.
We sat in rocking chairs and sipped incredible gorgeous coffee out of coffee-bean-colored cups, not wanting to ruin the design, but deigning to taste rather than let it cool.
Pretty sure we actually just didn't want to leave, but we did. This was one of those spots I'd be content to sit at all afternoon and evening if that was allowed, with plenty of space for inspiration and ideas to root and grow. They may be all the way across the country, but we'll be back..
Oh hullo again, friend. It sure is wonderful to find you again. It's been a little while. A full summer has gone and...well, last time...
It's been a little while.
A full summer has gone and...well, last time I checked, half my piano students are groaning about going back to school again on Monday. The other half have already started. Me..? Well, I never really quit. Nose to the grindstone as the saying goes, I suppose. I'm in the process of graduating next summer (next summer, people!), and I haven't had a technical "break" ever in my process of home-schooling or college-schooling, so I'm kind of not taking a break unless I can help it and still graduate on time.
I had good intentions about posting, though. I have at least half a dozen posts scattered in my beloved notebooks- it's just a matter of transferring them to the computer.
Hmm. What about you? How's your summer been? Do anything specific? Anything life-changing? Inspiring? Fun? Not-so-fun?
Just as a recap, in June I went to Mexico again, and had the time of my life as I felt the Lord's hand wrap around my soul just when I needed it. In later June, all my A.M.T.C. training came to fruition as I attended the summer SHINE event (a whole post is necessary for that, though), and then I stayed at my Aunty Eunice's house for the following couple of weeks. I came home late July after a six-week hiatus from life, and I can safely say it was the strangest returning I have ever experienced as a young woman. My mom and I laughed as I cried (yes, you read that correctly) because as young as I am, I never felt so...old.
As much as I've cherished and enjoyed and loved my home with my family...I'm feeling ready to fly. We're okay with that now.
It just took some emotional time (on my part) to figure that whole "what's going on, soul?" process.
You do realize, a friend told me, that you are an adult too? I laughed at the prospect. It was a day filled with promise and encouragement, of wonder at life and all its beautiful expanse of wide open roads.
I sat on the plane ride home from my aunt's feeling all kind of wonderful and discouraged at the same time.
I almost made myself look crazy to a complete stranger on that flight as my breath caught in my throat upon the view of that brightly colored orange and golden sunset sinking into a sea of clouds. If I were a bird, I nearly said aloud to the passenger sitting next to me, I feel almost sure my favorite time to fly would be sunset. Just to watch those hues flicker on the ground beneath me as I felt them warm my feathers. At least I can just watch them.
Where do memories go? There's such a glimmer of hope to me found in things that happened only last week, let alone last month or last year. Those little unthought of of unheard of celebrations? Those are my favorite.
Lord willing, I'm moving to New York next summer.
I'm in a position where I'm filled with that wanderlust that so many talked about and I never quite understood or felt move in my soul until I found myself on the road so often these last couple of years, where childhood mixed with adulthood, and my heart held onto both with a weariness and nearly floundering place of delight and confusion. We lived in the same home for seven years, longer than we've ever stayed in the same place, and I'm ready to move on.
So I'm sitting here at my desk, filled with breathless anticipation of the year to come, and craving that freedom to be wildly at large and do things outside of my comfort zone. The golden gems of the last two or three months created a contentedness within my heart to be still for the time being, but I know the season is coming where I'll be waking up to a brand new view.
I couldn't be more thrilled, but I know when the moment arrives, I more than likely will be more than terrified. No, my mum breathed when I confessed my doubt, you won't be. You'll live in wonder of it all. You'll be able to breathe it all in and let God use you for His glory. You'll be ready.