dordogne

inspiration.

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I've been lacking inspiration lately.

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I find myself thinking, maybe if I could travel somewhere or go on some adventure, I would feel inspired again. Inspiration during my time in Europe was effortless and infinite. It spoiled me a little (a lot).

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Not to say that a change of scenery doesn't do wonders for the soul, but it's important for me to remember the reason I started this blog in the first place; to absorb and and appreciate the beauty in the the normal scenes of my life, in the everyday.

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*Photos from my time in Dordogne.

daydreams & oatmeal.

 What I love most about food is its ability to evoke such nostalgia; tastes and flavors and smells that have the ability to transport you to a specific time and place in the past.

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Oatmeal takes me to Dordogne, where I woke up every morning to Lucien's loud laughter, Elizabeth's hushed tones, and oatmeal covered on the stove.


We ate it every morning, unsweetened with a spoonful of peanut butter. At first it tasted plain, but I quickly began to crave the simplicity of it. I'd eat as I looked out the window to a green field scattered with wildflowers. I'd think about the day to come; river-swimming, fruit harvests, blackberry-picking, maybe a long walk or two.

My time in Dordogne with Lucien, Elizabeth and Kevin was so special -- life-changing in retrospect -- that it feels important to honor it and them. Even if it's just for a quick second in the morning as I eat my bowl of oatmeal.