Awakening AdventJOURNEY // DECEMBER 12, 2020
The world is silent, grey, and weary, yearning for something more. The archaic skeleton of an ancient maple stands as a silent sentinel of the forest, surrounded by a chorus of young saplings snapping in the bitter November breeze. The ancient trunk is rough, weathered by storms, the boughs burdened underneath the weight of years of snow, the branches holding whispered secrets and giggled laughter, the melody of a century of heartbeats.
Make This Moment Last ForeverEQUESTRIAN // NOVEMBER 1, 2020
Frost blankets the mornings in silver lace and the birds are migrating south beneath uneasy grey skies. The sunsets have begun to don the purple hues of late autumn while the occasional snowflake whispers winter. It's November and the end of the competitive equestrian season. The trophies, the awards, the championships, they will soon be laid aside, gathering dust on some obscure shelf.
But the things they represent - the memories they embody - will never fade. At the core of the season are the relationships. Every show, every meet was about more than the polished clothes, the flowing tails, the gleaming coats, the oiled tack, or riding the allusive perfect pattern. The laughter shared, the disappointments overcome, the joy radiating…that will endure. Snapshots of a JourneyLIFESTYLE // AUGUST 16, 2020
Noiselessly, the tender greens of June slipped into the brilliant blues of July and now the dreamy golds of August have arrived. The shadows of fall whisper on the wind while the last fragrance of summer lingers. Like a spiraling rainbow, the seasons shift and the colors merge and the days go on in a cadence of laughter and heartache, work and play, dreams and disappointment, uncertainty and promise. The summer is fading swiftly, green meadows and bubbling brooks replaced by dry grass and cracked earth beneath bare feet. But new beauty filters in as fields unfurl their garments of yellow, glimmering gold in the pale morning light. Memories well up, pure and sweet of earlier days when the weeks of summer stretched before me like a blank canvas.
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ABOUT MEWelcome! I’m Noel. An 18-year old living in the beautiful West Michigan countryside. An aspiring writer, horse-crazy country girl, sister of five, amateur photographer, chocolate enthusiast, used-to-be-ballerina, recovering perfectionist, decided introvert, but mostly…a broken mess redeemed by Christ. Thanks for stopping by.
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