here

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It was her heart she had to listen to
It was her voice that she had to learn to use
It was her hands that she had to create with

Right here in this moment she had to trust
Trust that she is exactly where she is supposed to be
Trust the music singing in her heart
Trust that she will make it through this journey.

With each step she gains courage
Shedding fear
Standing boldly in who she is

crayon box

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Searching for the colors as the dark dreariness of gray is trying to take over
Reaching deep into the crayon box
Hoping to pull out a bright turquoise blue or sunshine yellow
Scribbling onto the page like a 3 year old
Digging back into the roots of my child like self
Drawing trees and big white puffy clouds
Heading back to a time when life was simpler
Darkness did not live deep in my heart
And the crayon box was always at my side
Bright colors dancing on the paper, as my heart sang
Working to get back to that place again

getting back up

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Exhaustion encapsulating every inch of my body
Longing to crawl into the basment and hibernate
Dreams that I have been holding in my heart seem far out of reach
Slipping, tripping, falling
Struggling to keep my head up, figure out a plan, make it happen

A piece of me wants to throw in the towel
Crawl into bed and nap
But the other half of me knows I cannot give up
This dream is real, living and breathing inside of me
It feels to right to let it just slip away

Maybe a nap is on the agenda
Let the ideas settle into me
Give them space to breathe and grow
Go back to the drawing board and begin again
I will falter, and fall, but I must always get back up

the story of home

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The story of home begins with each of us
Gathered here, sharing memories
Laughing, reminiscing, planning our next big adventure

The story of home begins even after we the fight
Disagreements occur, but never forgetting we are family
Always we have each others backs

The story of home begins with a roomful of people
Everyone talking at once, encouragement and praise being spoken
Helping each other navigate through life

The story of home begins even when the physical distance has grown
Emails shared, text messages sent
Home is always kept in our hearts

The story of home began when two fell in love
Creating eleven together
Love spreading, family growing, the story continues

and the winner is ....

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Having the opportunity to do this giveaway was so much fun!  I read each one of your comments and they filled my heart with joy as I wrote down each of your names on slips of paper.  Then when Dustin got home from work tonight he picked out one lucky winner.  And the winner is . . .

Kirsten,  from All Shiny and New!  Who won a spot in the This Moment class taking place over at WishStudios.  If you are not signed up I highly recommend heading on over there and signing up.  Class starts on Monday, and it is going to be good.  I am a guest contributor to the class and can hardly believe it.

I met Kirsten in 2008 on the coast of Oregon.  She is filled with so much light.  I had the pleasure of soaking in her beautiful smile and hearing her incredible laughter.  Kirsten shares many things over on her blog.  Head on over there to check it out, you will adore her.

I want to give a special thanks to Mindy over at Wishstudios for this incredible opportunity and to each of you for playing along.  This is so much fun.  I can't wait for This Moment to begin on Monday.