🧭💜 When the Wind Changes Direction 💜🧭

The last few days have been a little quieter in the broom room 🧹✨

Not quieter in my mind, mind you 😏 Just quieter with words

I've been thinking a lot about direction lately. About how easy it is to spend years waiting for someone else to be excited about the things that light your soul on fire ✨Waiting for approval ✨Waiting for understanding ✨Waiting for someone to see what you see

The truth is, some people never will

And maybe that's okay💜

One of the gifts that comes with getting older is realizing that not everyone is meant to walk the same path you do.

Some people love wide safe highways. I seem to prefer winding mountain roads with no map, no plan and questionable cell service⛰️📵

The older I get, the more I find myself pulled toward things that feel real

A morning walk ☀️

A good conversation ☕

A dragonfly hovering over the grass 🪽

The smell of fresh broomcorn🌾

A project that keeps me awake because I'm excited about what it might become✨

Those things matter

This week I finished a broom with shades of navy, green, purple, and natural broomcorn. As I worked, it reminded me of the dragonflies that dart through the fields here during summer 🪽💜🌿

If you've ever watched one closely, they never seem concerned with where everyone else is going. They simply move where the wind and their wings carry them

There's probably a lesson in that

Dragonflies have long been symbols of transformation, adaptability, and seeing beyond illusion 💫 They remind us that life changes, we change. Sometimes the hardest part isn't the change itself. It's finally accepting what we've known all along ✨🪽

So that's where I've been these last few days

Working🧹

Thinking 🌙

Creating 🎨

Trying to spend less time asking for permission to take up space in my own life 💜

Every season leaves its fingerprints on the things we make 🍂🌱❄️☀️

Maybe that's why handmade objects speak to us the way they do. They're never just materials woven together, they’re pieces of a moment in someone's life

Right now, my moment looks a lot like sunsets watching fireflies, morning coffee, long conversations with myself, and learning to trust my own compass again 🧭⛰️🪽

And that feels like a pretty good place to start

Thank you for being here, for following along…and for finding beauty in this old craft right alongside me

It means more than you know 💜🧹✨

Until next time, keep an eye out for the dragonflies and fireflies!!! They always seem to know where they're going, even when the rest of us are still figuring it out 🪽💫🌙