forrest of beautiful-ness

:: randomness::


:: I've been thinking a lot about the "journey" lately, and how some parts of the path feel hellish and horrific, and other times are like finding your way into a forrest clearing with nothing but beautiful-ness. 
:: When I hit the clearings, I don't mind reaching my hand out and grabbing hold to help others, kind of like, 
“Here—the ground is uneven and rocky there, if it will help you balance yourself, you hold onto me you step through".
:: Because I'm that kind of gal. That is just how Mom & Dad raised me. 

:: I've been feeling as though I'm on the hellish path to nowhere. Constantly. I feel focused only on getting though and letting it be only a short visit. 
:: My hope is that in the near future, the forrest clearing will stay ... forever, or at least in plain view on the other side of these rocky passes. 

:: This new journey of mine is one that I chose. One that I want dearly. I want to be a NURSE. So very badly.

:: In my clearing, there will be beautiful tulip magnolia trees, daffodils, purple hydrangeas, hot pink and orange gerber daisies, and huge sunflowers. 
:: When I pass through these hard times and make it to the beautiful clearing... I would like to have a picnic and invite you all. 
:: You'll have to bring your own straw hat... I will provide the lemonade and cookies. Good?