On Heartbreak & Making Space...

Hurt can blast us from the inside like one dozen sticks of dynamite… Not enough to bring the building down, but just right for taking out the walls on the eighth floor.  

The solemn stillness after an explosion is eerie, and in those times - I find myself holding a breath just to see if I can deepen the silence. 

A few things that I've learned from a life full of surprises:

  1. It's ok to let yourself live with the open space for a bit. 
     
  2. Remember to step gently when you make the first moves amidst the rubble.  
     
  3. Know that the void can be filled when you’re ready, but there’s really no rush until the cloud of dust has settled.

Eventually, I think that heartbreaks can make space for boldness & grace.

The vacuum caused by sadness can suck in some pretty scary stuff, but if we feed it with nourishment instead of numbing, the best you've got will always be more than good enough. 

Hoping that courage and mercy are washing over you in the best way today, and you know I'm always here if you need someone to cheer you on this week! 

XOXO - Jessie Pepper

On Pouring Your Heart Out...

I've always loved thinking of people as vessels (and if I had to choose, then I'd like to be a work of art)…

Pitchers were originally created as temporary containers for various refreshments, and their primary job continues to be holding a drinkable liquid until the glasses nearby need to be filled.  

(Their secondary job?  Fresh blooms, naturally!)

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I have this well-deep desire to be overflowing with the most thirst quenching tonic that you could possibly imagine, and pouring this delicious goodness into everyone I meet is all I can think about sometimes...

The source of this love comes from a place that’s truer than true, and I find that because of its freshness and honesty, it can tend to spill out of my spout in many forms.  

It sprinkles itself into the soft whispers of a silly bedtime story…

Let me hold your babes until they fall asleep, so you can go finish your glass of wine, gorgeous.

It gushes in like a grand gesture...

Remember the time you flew across the country - only to turn around and drive the same exact distance to help a friend to move back home?

But most often, It trickles in through the timeless gift of presence… 

I will sit beside you with my hand on your back while you call him to say a difficult goodbye.

There are countless ways we can bless others with our gifts…  Have you sensed any unexpected springs of goodness bubbling up in your life, lately? 

Let’s explore this one step further...

Have you ever noticed what can happen when you leave the pitcher looking all full and fancy and sitting safe up on the shelf?

The water quickly becomes still.  Stagnant, eventually stale.

There is no room left for freshness - no extra space for the splashes of sustenance we’re meant to share with others.

(Am I the only one getting thirsty here?)

The beautiful thing about pitchers is that the more they pour themselves out, the more space they have to be refilled.

Now, for the sake of dipping in to the delicious depths of your own souls, I’d love your help:

What are some of the clever ways you go about refilling YOUR vessel these days?  

Sun-soaked yoga sessions?  Curling up with a brilliant book?  Pool time with your best girls? Time alone for prayer and reflection?  A hot bath followed by napping in a pile of fluffy towels?  

(Toss these all in the same day, and we would be bursting at the gills with goodness, no?!)

As we head into the weekend, I’d love to encourage you to take some time to refill those precious hearts you’ve been harnessing to conquer the world, and if you feel like capturing or sharing with the rest of us - Be sure to use the #pepperletter hashtag so that we can all follow along!

Restfully Refilling Until Next Week's Note,

XOXO - Jessie Pepper

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On Forgiving Winter... (Beacuse, really?!)

This past week has been ALL about forgiveness for me...

Forgiving my new stove-top espresso maker.

For being wobbly and spilling all over my outfit five minutes before leaving the house yesterday.

Forgiving a friend for a bit of hurt feelings.

No need to look around — She’s not here, and that’s alright.

Forgiveness from Gerard.

One of my greatest fears is that he’ll get sick of putting up with my crazy someday.  (Another is that my teeth will fall out, but I’m pretty sure that’s a different issue altogether...  I'm working on both.)

Forgiving the busted zipper-pulls on my suitcase.

The number-one-killer of flight-ready manicured fingernails.

Forgiveness from the neighbor downstairs.

Because even though he never complains about the puppy footsteps or rowdy dinner parties, I’m sure it was maddening to hear me putzing around until 2am most nights this week.  

Forgiving myself.

For not always treating my body in the way she deserves. (This last one is HARD, y’all… Perhaps a whole separate letter in itself?)


I know not everyone here celebrated the Easter holiday last weekend (which was ALL about forgiveness, really), but I’ve got an idea to keep the party going...  

(And NO —  It doesn’t include a single jelly bean, so get back on track, you little sweetie-tooth.)

I’d like to propose that we use this season to celebrate some of the most compelling signs of forgiveness all around us…

The unfurling of new buds and feathery leaves in the BRIGHTEST green you’ve ever seen? They say, "I forgive you slushy snow."

The switching of seasonal wardrobes and sudden onslaught of strappy sandals!  (Will someone please pass me the toe-nail polish?) Bright orange-y pink says, "I forgive you clunky winter boots."

The faraway sound of lawn mowers on a sunny weekend and the smell of freshly cut grass that follows closely behind both say, "I forgive you grey skies & cabin fever."

The produce power-struggle at the market down the street… Strawberries are now VERY much in charge at our corner grocery, and they say, "I forgive you for taking over my kitchen, root vegetables."


SO much to be excited about (I’m loving every second!), but regardless of your seasonal favorites or where your faith lies — When we strip away the floral prints, filled eggs & fluffy bunny tails...

Can we all just agree that forgiveness is the showstopper at the center of springtime?

PLEASE PROMISE me you’ll be inhaling yard-fulls of fresh air this weekend, and I can’t wait to hear about all of the other things that this time of year has you loving most.

Love you Like a Bucket of Lilies, Sweet Friends!

XOXO - Jessie Pepper