Take Heart
- Caroline Ranoia

- 1 day ago
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As we finally, finally, finally close the book on January, it feels like we’ve emerged from a long, dark tunnel. This month has weighed heavy on our hearts in so many ways. With the lack of sunlight and those bone-chilling temperatures, it felt like winter had wrapped us in a frosty hug, keeping us from our usual routines. Yet, through it all, I’m endlessly grateful for my fantastic Blue Eden family. Your unwavering support and dedication to spreading beauty in the world truly shine through.
After being snowed in for an entire week thanks to the city plow’s “artistic” snow sculptures around my car, I found myself in a bit of a pickle. Picture this: a thick layer of ice encasing my wheels like a frosty prison. Despite the challenges, I tried to adapt and embrace the unexpected pauses in my routine. The frigid temperatures wreaked havoc on my plumbing, turning my house into a drafty icebox. I often found myself daydreaming about summer, longing for those sun-soaked days. Honestly, during that particularly frigid week, I felt like I’d been transported to Siberia, surrounded by an endless winter wonderland.

Ugh, and to top it off, my birthday slid in there causing a hard look at the questions of life, "where am I going, what am I doing, what is my purpose, is this as good as it gets?" (yea, way to much time on my hands!)
As the days dragged on in isolation, I realized I had to replenish my dwindling food supplies. The thought of another day without fresh groceries was daunting, so I decided to brave the elements. I donned every piece of winter gear I could find: thick socks, insulated boots, a heavy coat, gloves, and a scarf wrapped so tightly around my face I looked like a snow ninja. After all, it was a biting 12° outside, and the wind howled like a wild beast.

Stepping outside was like hitting a wall of cold. But as I trudged through the snow, the wind whipped against my face, causing tears to stream down my cheeks and my nose to run like a leaky faucet. In that moment, I realized that every bit of discomfort was worth the profound revelation that it’s perfectly okay to pause, take a breath, and slow down. This was particularly enlightening for someone like me, who usually embodies the ultimate Type A personality, always chasing productivity. During this unexpected winter retreat, I leaned into my more laid-back Type B side, embracing the stillness and the chance to reflect.
This experience reminded me of the importance of stepping outside—both literally and metaphorically—and finding balance in a world that often demands constant movement. I made the best of my time indoors, tackling chores I usually don’t have time for. I baked cakes, whipped up bread, and even made butter (yes, you read that right!). I also explored many new vendors and websites for beautiful products to infuse our stores with vibrant colors and joy. I’m particularly excited about our new hand-painted totes, adorned with personalized initials and hearts—each one a unique expression of love and creativity. They’re perfect for carrying your beach or market essentials while showcasing your individuality, especially as we approach Valentine’s Day.

Speaking of Valentine's Day, Don’t forget to check out our Valentine subscription box, thoughtfully curated with delightful goodies your loved ones will adore. Each item is handpicked to spread joy and celebrate love in all its forms—even the love you give yourself. Our self-love collection is designed to remind you that nurturing your own heart is just as important as sharing it with others.
February invites us to embrace love in all its meanings—not just romance but courage, endurance, and the unwavering love that shows up no matter what. If January challenged you, let February be an invitation to see the world through rose-colored glasses. Let’s allow warmth and kindness to travel far beyond our individual journeys.
Thank you for being an essential part of this beautiful community.
Love always,
Caroline, Oliver and the entire Blue Eden team

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