Making Empty Happen

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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. (Anais Nin)

Hello sweethearts, I hope you are enjoying a lovely start to your week. Things are busy here as the Mister and I pack up in preparation of Friday's big move! I never thought the day would arrive, but it's nearly here. I am feeling overwhelmed, excited and nervous to embark on this new chapter.

Certain there will be challenges, I am grateful we found a two story dwelling with plenty of space. Confident there will be love, I am looking forward to seeing how we evolve.

I have a few guest posts and other treats scheduled for the next few weeks to help us (you, me and the blog!) get through this transition. Let me me know if you're interested in contributing a little magic — I would be delighted to hear your ideas on guesting.

See you around, my lovely muses!

Image Credit: Untitled by Hillary Boles