In my quest to figure out exactly what nourishes my soul, I've become more keenly aware of what I have been missing. Quite simply, my life is sorely missing natural aesthetics. At my very depths, I have always been a country girl. I would take a night under the stars, laying next to a crackling fire on a blanket, over a night out in the city. The thought of sitting in a grassy meadow surrounded by pines takes first billing over a front row seat to the ballet. I'm a simple girl, with simple tastes. Given this, one might find it odd that I am living my life and raising my beautiful children in the desert. I know I find it odd and quite frankly, the disconnect between who I am at my very core and where I live has been steadily growing over the last couple of years; and while I am grateful for the many sights, smells, and wildlife only afforded by the desert, I can't help but yearn for something greener. I dream of playing in the leaves with my children in the fall and building cliched snowmen with them in the winter.
I miss this.
