The Wooden Shoe Tulip Festival, Oregon


Life is as colorful as you make it.

Last weekend we went to the Tulip Festival at the Wooden Shoe Tulip Farm and spent the afternoon with friends at Overlook Park (The Bluffs). After moving to Portland, we have experienced a de-centering, a sense of displacement in the way we've gotten used to living. Slowing down has allowed for other things to take root and find a place among the daily tasks of being freelance photographers. There have been many “firsts” this month like baking our own bread and planting flowers in our garden. I don’t know about you, but for us, there is something miraculous and powerful in realizing that the bread has risen and the plants have bloomed all by themselves.

The act of rest is a powerful thing, and it has been this time of pause that has allowed us to think (REALLY think) and breathe for the first time in a long time. We don’t practice yoga, but we do know that many of us have forgotten how to breathe deeply (literally and figuratively) to savor the simplicity of taking it all in and exhaling what we can’t contain.

Transition is hard but terribly beautiful. It has awakened our very core with new ideas that only rest and time and only slow-ness can provide. Surrounded by spring, by tulips that bloom, only to bloom, and bread that continues to rise without any help from us, is comforting. It fills us with a hopefulness that things happen of their own accord and it is not within us to interrupt the process of living and growing up.

So for now, here are flowers and bread for you. To remind you that time creates wondrous things.