As the garage door closed, the car door slammed shut and the familiar door swung opened, I felt nothing but happiness. Nine days ago I was writing the last work emails, Ryan detailing the car and together we eagerly packed our bags. Anticipating the soft white sand under our barefeet and sunshine caressing the pale Ohio skin, we headed south. Full moon walks on Siesta Key, a private pool, fresh shrimp and playing tennis with friends melted away the winter blues. No phone calls, agendas or alarm clocks.
But today, we came home. The simple joy of coming home always shocks the wanderlust in me. It is a place to belong, one house filled with your treasures and story. This lived-in space is where you have the best conversations, cry the most and grow vital relationship(s). Most days I underestimated the fulfillment of mundane duties or the reassurance of the little house on the hill. As I shook the sand from the sundress and put the oranges in the refrigerator, my heart was overwhelmed. On the day I go home, may His presence be warmly familiar and the scent of glory recognizable. As that gate swings open may this wandering heart forever bask in the complete perfection of H O M E.
Now. Back to Florida. Lydia, (the little sister, whom I realized is such an adult) Danita (a friend from Florida) and I, toured The Ringling. Which in my humble words is, ancient buildings the perfect shade of blush with a ridiculous amount of marble and detail. While walking through the Gardens, you feel like royalty, and can’t help but dream about hosting a tea party. Also, 31 majestic art galleries make your heart hurt. John Ringling was one of the five brothers who owned and operated the circus rightly called “The Greatest Show on Earth” a century ago. See https://www.ringling.org for more details and the full history. TIP: Every Monday there is no admission fee for the Museum + the Gardens.
Without a doubt my favorite room. Square, with a high ceiling containing a gigantic skylight, white pillars overtaken by blooming honeysuckle, and pink walls overgrown with vines. Perfectly lined with sanded church pews. A quiet resting place, drenched in the scent of honeysuckle.
All the heart eyes for all the European vibes.
“The Rose Garden” features 70 something rose bushes. April will be their peek blooming month, but glimpses of their beauty could already been seen. John and Mabel were buried in a beautiful gated “Secret Garden” on the property. While standing over their graves I realized John and Mabel had anything earthly they wanted, but one day they still left. No matter how art obsessed or wealthy you or I may be, one day we will leave it all behind. Are your bags packed, are you ready for home?
with love, Abigail