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Lilac appreciation

I veered off course this morning and ventured into my old stomping grounds. I miss the neighbourhood. I miss knowing each and every tree. The trails. And? The lilacs. I was incredibly blessed to have acres of lilacs around the corner from where I used to live.

I felt like visiting them. When I left the car I could smell the air full of fragrance from these trees. There is not one flower out there that has the look nor the smell of a lilac.

Which made me realize - there’s not one person out there like me. The countless hours I spend creating, photographing and thinking endlessly of how I can make something, like a photograph, be a capture of what I feel on the inside.

Why do I bring this up? Because I see this image shared on Facebook or places I may not venture to, and there is not one mention of who made it. I don’t share my photos to make millions or to gain anything from it except the pure joy it brings me. 

But also wanted to say:
✨Not every thing you make will be above the norm but it’ll still matter
✨Your presence in the world may be small, but will have an enormous impact to those around you
✨Waking up and doing your best is enough
✨Your own joy will fulfill yourself
✨You are uniquely creative and beautiful
✨Your voice may be tiny but your thoughts are loud and profound

✨✨✨✨✨

Love you
Sarah

✨I spend a lot of time observing. Mostly observing my family, my friends and people I sit around. The best part of being reserved is you don’t feel the need to interject or prove your point. It may be quiet on the inside, but on the inside I’m all but quiet. 

Though I don’t think I was always quiet, but as upbringings do have a way of moulding you, you realize that sometimes your opinions don’t really matter.

So I watch and learn so much about others. I learn about what hurts them and the many masks people wear to shield them from the hurt they may not know has shaped their existence.

Though my mouth may remain sealed, my heart is open. I feel like every night it gets a bit healed only to be open little by little by the activities of the day.

Injustice, pain, hardships, arguments, exhaustion, relationships - all make the heart vulnerable.

Faking it, living in a bubble, extreme positivity, food - all were patches to mend the heart.

I feel like sometimes people have intentionally shut their hearts to ward off pain.

The heart is not just a beautiful muscle lying inside of you. Listening to its subtle beating reminds me that we all have that same muscle. Let it guide you to what truly matters in this world. Let is speak out against what matters. Let is remember what truly is real to us. Let’s let our hearts pe*****te the good we can do and not look the other way hoping others can solve it. No. We are the ones who have been given this gift to heal.

This is my strawberry mint chocolate mousse tart :) Recipe in link in bio and comments!

Sarah xx

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