the seed, the root, the stem, the flower

Updated: Aug 30, 2018

Honestly, this is the first time in at least a year that I have sat down with the intention of putting my thoughts on paper, organizing them, and sharing them with others. I am surprised to find myself shaking a little with nerves. I put my affirmations into mantra and... 

I have been spending a lot of time reflecting the past 2 weeks; I left my home in Arizona, my friends, and my bubble of comfort for a life on the road. I sold everything I owned. I'm down to my backpack, a suitcase, a duffel bag, and a bucket. That's everything in the world that I can call mine. Erica and I loaded up the cars, made a stop in Bullhead City, AZ, made a stop in Las Vegas, NV, and then flew to Eugene, OR. 

I'm thinking about how many things can happen in a year. How many things we are all able to pack into such a short amount of time. And how exhausting that is. And how wonderful that is, too. 

I've especially been thinking a lot about my parents. As they both try to pack in their wisdom before I fly off to Southeast Asia, I am consistently humbled and in awe of what wonderfully crafted human beings they each are. And how they were able to create wonderfully crafted human beings.

The seed, the root, the stem, the flower.

Last year, after my dad had spent yet another few months in the hospital we were all feeling tense and worried. It felt like my days with him were numbered and there was still so much I didn't know about him and his life. That's when I decided to start documenting my parents stories and asking them questions. They are so precious to me and I'm so glad I'm taking the time to archive my family's history.

My dad is currently back in the hospital for the first time since this video was taken - nearly a year ago. He continues to have a limitless supply of positivity, motivation, and drive to live his best life. This is the story of how my parents met - which evidently is the seed that I started from. To me it is a very fitting reminder of who I am and where I come from in a time that I feel so lost and undefined.

 I come from a seed that was planted in a parking spot in the suburbs of Michigan. 



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