Jack frost painted my car last night. Big sweeps of silver, frozen in the waning moonlight. Under a layer of summer's belongings I found my scraper in the trunk.
i cultivate and nourish a life full of veggies, love, accountability and laughter. i believe in honesty, the healing power of plants and our ability to heal ourselves. the stories that we tell ourselves show up in our daily grind. we have control over these stories. we can manifest our best selves, through hard work, and lots of nourishment. the forms and intricacies of that nourishment and the work it takes are individual to each of us. that diversity is our strength on this earth.
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