“She prepared for a new season with seeds of hope for change.” ~Deb
I have a Gypsy Soul that wants to rock and roll.
My restless heart longs for deeper connections.
I bore easily so I crave CHANGE.
My art becomes stagnant so I enroll in workshops and take on new skills.
My wanderlust tendencies begin to rumble.
So I planted my first garden (in Florida).
I am preparing for a new season of growth and awareness.
I want to slow down and plant some roots.
I hope to dig in and get grounded.
I watch the seedlings grow and change every single day.
I nurture their growth, just as I am reminded to tend to my own.
And every now and again, I harvest a sweet little radish, pick a hot pepper or gather a bouquet of fresh herbs.
Now that is what gives me hope.
How about you?
What gives you hope these days?
“She prepared for a new season by beckoning to the green of spring.” ~Jennifer
I have a great big huge case of cabin fever. Winter this year was the worst I can remember, and I really do mean that. Between the sub-zero temperatures, the feet upon feet of snow, and the steady stream of sicknesses in my house, it has been intense. The germs, the grey skies, and the bleak landscapes have gotten to me.
I want to open all the windows, pick daffodils in the rain, and feel the spring air blowing against my skin. I want to experience change. I want to hold new growth in my hands. I want to swim in a sea of emerald green. I want to smell fresh earth. I want to move my body and infuse my home with bright energy.
Yesterday was the vernal equinox, the day I’ve been looking forward to. Something about seeing the calendar declare it’s spring gives me that extra bit of hope I need to trust in nature’s rhythms. Warm weather will arrive. The skies will clear. Tulips, violets, and hyacinths will bloom.
It snowed here yesterday. The forecast looks rough for the next ten days, but I know that the cold and the darkness will pass. They always do. In the meantime, I’ll keep wearing shades of green, splurging on flowers at the grocery store, admiring the houseplants, and watching out the window for signs of the new season.
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To help ring in spring, you are invited to take part in She is Three’s 7 Days of Spring Fever Self-Portrait Challenge. We began yesterday, but it certainly isn’t too late to jump in! With seven prompts in seven days, this is a great ritual to declare your desires, invite change, and literally show up. We hope to see you in the #sheisthreedotcom pool on Instagram!
It seemed the day would never come, but spring is almost here, at last! We had such fun last month during our 7 Days of Love Self-Portrait Challenge that we’ve decided to do it again. This time, we’re hosting the 7 Days of Spring Fever Self-Portrait Challenge! Join us for seven prompts in seven days, starting tomorrow, March 20, 2015.
Tomorrow is not only the vernal equinox, there’s also a solar eclipse and a [new] supermoon, all on the same day! Let’s celebrate those three momentous events together! Post your self-portraits on Instagram using the hashtag #sheisthreedotcom. Write a link to your own blog in the comment section below. Visit us on Facebook. We’re looking forward to seeing you in some form and welcoming this new season together.
“She prepared for a new season by imagining herself there already.” ~Bella
It has been a long Winter.
Green. I need green. I long for it.
Paints, plants, and stones.
I have decided to surround myself with the color green this month to pull me out of the tightest of Winter’s grips.
Sometimes, if I lay down and close my eyes, I can see myself lying in a huge field of green grass with no one in sight.
I feel the warm breeze on my face.
I hear the buzz of a fly or a bee with the song of a bird in the distance.
I smell flowers … lily of the valley, and an icy cold water quenches my thirst.
I feel the sun on my skin and I want to stay here forever.
This is how I’m working my way out of the old and into a new season.
It’s March and oh are we eager for spring to begin! How about you? How are you preparing for a new season? Join us this month by sharing your self-portrait interpretations and quotes. There are three ways to participate in our community. Post a link to your own blog post in the comment section below. Follow us on Instagram and tag your images #sheisthreedotcom and #shepreparedforanewseason. Connect with us on Facebook. Do one or do all three!
We’ll be back on the 14th, 21st, and 28th to reveal our individual quotes and stories. In the meantime, we’re looking forward to seeing YOU! We hope this month brings you all that you wish for…
“She trusted her love with all her heart, mind, body and soul.” ~Deb
There was a time I did not trust love….being loved, nor loving.
I loved and lived in fear of it dissolving, dying and diminishing.
Falling in and out of love was so easy for me and I became well rehearsed after going in and out of relationships and marriages.
I gave my body away to love. I sold my soul for love. I lost my mind in love.
Love broke my heart one last time.
I was closed for repair.
Then one sunny afternoon in a far away land, love came knocking at my gate.
It was unexpected and ran thru me like a freight train.
I began to ( hesitantly ) peel away the layers.
Strip it down and bare myself.
I cracked open my heart, once again.
I offered and received love with a fresh desire that gave me new hope.
Once again I trust my heart, my mind, my body and my soul.
Backstory about my self portrait.
I needed to strip it down and hold my naked body, honoring my heart and trusting love, once again.
She’s all I got.
“She trusted her love and spoke with her heart.” ~Jennifer
My husband gave me this heart locket on Valentine’s Day, 2011. I was thirty-seven weeks pregnant with our first child at the time, and very uncomfortable in my skin. I was scared and swollen beyond recognition. I felt terribly unattractive. Undaunted, my husband trusted that everything would be fine. Us. Our love. Our new family. Our future.
Letting go of fear is not easy for me. I admit to worrying too much and coming up with endless “what-ifs.” I tend to feel things intensely, both the good and the bad. I’ve actually had people accuse me of feeling too much. I’ve also been told that I should be less empathic and more logical. I now understand that I am highly sensitive. Sensitivity has its drawbacks, of course, but it is also part of what makes me who I am.
Last month, I had a difficult situation in which I needed to speak up and draw some boundaries for myself and my family. I don’t like conflict. It was anything but easy. I was a sobbing mess in the end, but I did it. I trusted love: the love I feel for my husband, my children, myself, and even the person who had upset me. I didn’t speak from a place of anger. I spoke straight from my heart, where the words are pure. A few days later, I came across this locket that I’ve had tucked away in a drawer for the last four years. I put it on as a reminder that everything really is okay. Things aren’t always easy and I make lots of mistakes, but I know that truth and love can be trusted. I know that when I tune in, my heart doesn’t lie.
“She trusted her love would lead her in the right direction.” ~Bella
I’m a dreamer. I am a creator. I am most certainly a talker.
I love to create dreamy photographs – mostly stills, landscapes, and moments as they are happening. Lately though, (and surprisingly), it hasn’t been photography flexing my creative muscles, it’s been my writing.
This has come as a bit of a shock to me, as I have always said, “I’m not really a good writer.” Whether that’s true or not has no bearing on the fact that I really love to write and wholeheartedly believe that with practice, my writing could improve.
I spent the entirety of last Autumn and this never ending Winter writing content for courses of work I want to share. It’s rich and intense work that interests me, that feeds my soul, and that will appeal to exactly who needs to be by my side to do the work with me. (This is what I have found to be most true: you attract the tribe you need at the exact time you need them).
That dreamer part of me believes that any and everything is a possibility. Call myself a crappy writer, and that’s what I’ll be. The dreamer in me says “keep writing, things will all come together as they should.”
My heart, that deep part of me that knows intuitively that I am on the right path, urges me to continue to follow my intuition. I don’t know how, but I know that it will lead me to elevated places and love soaked spaces. The levels which I believe I can soar to are miles above what I believed was possible yesterday.
My heart leads me, and that’s how I know I am on the right path.
This month, we’re uncovering ways that we trust our love. The three of us invite you to tune in to your heart and ponder the idea as well. How would you interpret the concept of trusting your love in a self-portrait? Pick up your camera and give it a try as often as you feel called throughout February. Join us in our community pool on Instagram by tagging your self-portraits #sheisthreedotcom and #shetrustedherlove. We’d love to see you and support you there.
We’re revealing our February triptych today, but our quotes will remain hidden for now. Visit us here each week as we share our quotes and tell the stories behind these photographs.
In addition to this month’s prompt, we’re spicing things up with our 7 Days of Love Self-Portrait Challenge on Instagram! Follow us @sheisthree for the details, and have fun with the prompts! We’ll begin on February 8th and conclude on Valentine’s Day!
“She set the intention to be gentle with herself.” ~Deb
This is my year to move into a gentle space.
Less anxiety and anger about family issues.
Less sorrow about broken relationships.
More love and light about the chosen family by my side.
More joyful moments that make me laugh and smile until my cheeks ache.
More soft decisions that really do matter at the end of each day.
I will be gentle with myself even when it feels prickly and painful.
I will be gentle with myself even when others want to play rough.
I will be gentle with myself because I deserve it.
Backstory: I am holding a little jar of found feathers that remind me to fly free.