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Rhea Lidowski

@luckymissfortune

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A couple of days, a plate full of memories...

A bittersweet bounty of love.

It's a humbling harvest. A table full of food, of friends -- a maturing marriage nourished by the fruit of trees that bloomed despite once stoney soil.

Of goodbyes that are forever, but forgotten never. Like gardens that grow under moonlight, full of complex flavors, and feelings that never quite sit right.

Beautiful none the less or the mess...

A bowl full of tomatoes, we're sometimes a bit green, striving to be juicy and bright, unaware that perfection exists only because we dream it. Perfection isn't real or else we wouldn't over ripen and dissolve into ourselves. Funny how even with that rot we can begin again -- a seed replanting itself in the soil despite the decay it came from, find root in the dark and still be determined to begin again.

Life is perfectly imperfect like that. Sometimes juicy, sometimes rotten, growing in both darkness and light. It's cycles and growth spurts, stalemates and rebirths -- all timed by a clock that our minds can't truly process. We can only follow the moon, stars, seasons, and music the best we can.

Keep living not despite the dark but gently grow in its uncomfortable presence. Ripen, rot, begin again. It's all the bounty.

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To the ladies of Asheville Ladies Supper Club @jectatham @maryellendendy @lindsaytigar @freckledmeesh @ladolcerenee -- thank you for this continued journey of friendship. We grow together not only through our passion of food or a great dinner theme outfit, but through our shared experiences, honesty and vulnerability. My theme this last Supper Club was of only tomatoes -- showcasing how such a humble fruit could yield so many surprising and delicious variations. Just like the women in this group.

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To Michael, who lost himself in the continuous and contradicting cycles of this life. You will be so sorely missed my friend.

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To Tim, my partner and best friend. We celebrated 8 years of marriage this weekend with the same whimsy, tom foolery and love that has kept us together through every storm. Your face, my home. My arms, yours. Our life and our family have been my greatest adventure. I love you so much. by @luckymissfortune

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New American Pope announced, so everything went straight to hail, lol. by @luckymissfortune

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Stay warm WNC ♥️ by @luckymissfortune

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2 years ago

We're Safe.

The whole crew, including our entire animal menagerie, are safe and hunkered down - no power, water, internet, or cell service. We have spent time out in the community taking in the destruction and helping where we can with our friends and neighbors, including the super hero level chainsawing vengeance Tim has delivered upon countless downed trees has been such a sight for many to behold. So many are out in our community fighting the darkness and it's been beautiful to see our community shine through such scary uncertain times, even as our hearts sink with every new discovery of what continues to happen around our WNC home, while we sit in the dark safe from the dangers that still lurk for so many.

There are countless losses, including my beloved workplace that was washed away with the rest of the River Arts District -- so many livelihoods just floating away down the river, a reaping of countless dreams that we can only hope will remain strong enough through it all to pick up and try again after the floods reced.

This picture is the only one I'm posting because you've seen enough destruction. It's 5am and it's a sleepy confused Juniper not understanding why we were up so early waiting in line for the precious gas that will get us through the week, and here we are, now parked in an empty parking lot with a strong signal to send out this message to loved ones so they know that we are safe.

She's ready to go back to bed, I'm ready for everyone to feel and be safe. My heart won't rest till then.

If you are here and need help, reach out to us. Family and friends, if I'm not able to talk, it's because we've lost cell connection, please do not worry, send what you can to organizations that will get that help to those who need it the most. I love you.

Stay strong friends, we have each other and that is a miracle enough for now.

♥️ by @luckymissfortune

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2 years ago

Here's to new beginnings, nears and far... 🌜 by @luckymissfortune

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2 years ago

What a Goober McGee. 🥕❤️

Thanks Aunt @jectatham for the Leo Bandito 🐢 treats from your garden!!

He reigns his many ✨ blessings ✨ upon you... by @luckymissfortune

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2 years ago

What's for dinner? 🪰 by @luckymissfortune

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2 years ago

Snow Day Vibes : 12 Grain Congee with a Little Goofin' by the Fire 🐾 by @luckymissfortune

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3 years ago

Yes. A million times yes. by @luckymissfortune

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3 years ago

Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animals ❤️🎁 by @luckymissfortune

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3 years ago

I've been avoiding saying the words out loud, because it still doesn't feel real. Half my life he's been in my arms and by my side and two Sundays ago this picture was our last. Our last hug, our last kiss, his last breath, our last everything. I haven't been able to look at pictures or I break into a million pieces, my body is still expecting the same sensations of his little kisses and his head resting on my chest but he's not there. Just a ghost and a body full of memories. 17 years still doesn't feel like enough though he stayed as long as his body would let him. Like a cat he had nine lives and like the little tank he was, he stubbornly survived each one to stay by my side. Without words we knew each other, every thought, every feeling, we just knew, it was effortless and it was love as deep as any on this planet. Obi was my constant, my little man, my best friend, my little secret service agent. Now both of my old men are gone and I can only pray they're together, with their under bites and perfect little faces waiting for the million little kisses I have stored for them. My heart is in a vice grip that won't yet release, with waves that crash through me at any whim of the day -- and even though I know one day the feeling will soften, I know there won't ever be a day I won't miss them, that I won't yern to see and hold them again. The Boys. My boys. My Sonic Dog. My One and only Obi Wan Kenobi. My heart is missing parts of itself, but hopefully it's because that love is with you old men wherever you are, holding you as tight as I wish I could hold you now. You're my good boys and I will never stop loving you, not any less fiercely, from the day we met till one day we meet again. by @luckymissfortune

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3 years ago

Never too many tiny moments. by @luckymissfortune

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