Here’s to a fearless year!

Fear. One little word that encapsulates an incredibly powerful force. We face it consistently in our lives from large scale, life-altering events to the daily moments that make your stomach drop and your brain hit the brakes. Fear manifests itself in many ways, and no matter how much we don’t like experiencing it, we can’t avoid it. We have to react to it. And it is in that reaction that we learn so much about ourselves: our limits, our priorities, our values… a sudden revealing of who we are at our most vulnerable core.

I will admit that I’m not someone who handles fear well. I often feel like I have a permanent address in the flight camp of the fight or flight response. I’m not very outspoken, I often care too much about what other people think, and my instincts always tell me to shy away from anything that causes even the slightest amount of fear to bubble up in the pit of my stomach. So I approach every situation with as much planning and caution as I can muster to avoid any possibility of being paralyzed by fear – fear of saying the wrong thing, of having the wrong opinion, of not being as smart, funny, or [insert any positive character trait here] as my peers, fear of failing, of falling behind, of being in danger, of not knowing how to handle the situation I’m in, and most of all, fear of disappointing others. I don’t like being fearful, and yet fear has played a prominent role in who I have become today. I know this probably won’t be a great revelation to any of you reading this – everyone’s lives are shaped by their fears and how they handle them. But the past couple months have been a particularly reflective season for me, so I suppose this awareness of my fears and how I interact with them has been on my mind quite a bit. AND since it’s my two year blog-iversary, (that’s right – two years!!! Where has the time gone?!) it feels fitting to share some of my musings as I look forward into the year ahead.

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A recent excursion to a flower farm felt very symbolic of the things that I’ve learned about fear this year. You see, there’s a great irony in my life – I LOVE flowers, but of all of the phobias that one could have, my greatest phobia is an intense fear of bees. While being allergic to them drives a good portion of that fear, there is still a decent portion that is just a plain old irrational fear. And that fear will send me literally (and embarrassingly) running from them when one gets near me. All of my usual calm and grace is completely shattered the instant I hear buzzing in my general vicinity. Once, in high school, my mom had my sister and I get out of the car on our yearly road trip to Minnesota to take some pictures in a sunflower field. It would have been a cute picture had my terror not been so visible through my half attempted smile and tense posture…


That memorable photo from my last encounter with a flower field

I was shaking and yelling at my mom through gritted teeth to hurry up and take the photo so I could GET OUT of that field! And you had better believe that I booked it out of that field as soon as she said we could be done with our little family photo shoot! So last month when we were in the car on the way to the farm to go dahlia picking, it donned on me that I would once again be walking into one of my worst nightmares: a field FULL of bees. As we got out of the car, I rolled down my sleeves trying to cover every inch of exposed skin to reduce my risk of getting stung, and I said a small prayer thanking God that I forgot to put my perfume on that morning. We picked up our pails and scissors and stood on the edge of the field to take in the beauty before us. In my head, my thoughts bounced back and forth like a ping pong ball, “Wow, look at all of those beautiful zinnias!” “Oh my goodness… I can hear the buzzing from all the way over here.” “I think I see some dinner-plate dahlias – jackpot!!” “I don’t know if I can do this… what was I thinking coming out here?!”Row 4

This past year, my love of flowers has helped change how I interact with the fears in my life. As someone who is usually completely risk averse, I have found myself taking more risks and sticking my neck out a bit, not because I’m being forced to do so but because I have a found a passion that truly makes me believe that the risk can be worth the reward. I love this art form so much that I am completely at peace with owning my goals and opinions despite what other people may think. I have taken steps of faith trusting that God will provide the opportunities I dream about and am working to make happen. So from the many, many years that I have let fear negatively drive my decisions and my plans, it has been through this gift of flowers that I am finally learning that fear can be conquered and drive you forward rather than leaving you stuck in the mud unable to move.

That afternoon in the flower field, I was faced with two reactions – stand on the sidelines and let my fear prevent me from enjoying our adventure, or take hold of my fear and step into unknown territory that could produce so much growth and beauty if I let it. So… I took a deep breath and walked into the shoulder high rows of flowers.

I picked so many beautiful flowers that day, spent some lovely quality time with my dear friend K, and the best part – the bees kept all to themselves in their floral heaven. Not once did I feel the need to run, not once did I flinch, and at the end of the day, I felt like I could almost hear God saying, “See? I told you it would be worth it.” I know that not every experience of facing my fears will go quite that smoothly, but I learned in the best way possible what wonderful things can come from kicking fear out of the driver’s seat.

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Before this past year, if she wasn’t directly in the driver’s seat, fear was riding shotgun – navigating my path and giving me a false sense that I was calling the shots on where I was going when in fact she was the one with the map in her hands. But I think it’s time to tell fear to get in the back seat. I’ve learned to bring her along for the ride because she’ll always be somewhere in the car, but despite her attempts to be a back seat driver, she doesn’t get to call the shots anymore. I know where I want to go in the year ahead, and she’s not going to stop me. So here we go… another year of flowering and a new season ahead! Just wait and see what’s coming down the pipeline in 2018!

XO Britni

Dahlia Arrangement


An extra special thank you to my friend K from KARMOMO for joining me on this adventure and taking many of the lovely photos you see featured here!

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One year…

It’s extraordinary how much can happen in a single year, isn’t it? A segment of time that seems so minimal within the larger span of a lifetime, and yet, life as we know it can reverse directions, fast forward, slow to a trickle and even appear to stop dead in its tracks all within a single year. We’ve all heard the saying “Change is the only constant in life,” but it can be difficult in real time to remember that that is the nature of our world – to ebb & flow, to morph, to grow, to put to rest… to change. I’ve been reflecting these past few weeks on how much has changed in my life this past year. As you can tell by the title of this post, today marks the one year anniversary of blogging as Two Stems of Joy. I still can’t wrap my head around how much has happened this year. From the little bud of an idea last summer to having a professional internship and two full weddings under my belt, I have been stretched, challenged, and blessed in so many ways.12-blogiversary-6

When I started this blog a year ago, I was simply looking for a creative outlet. I felt stuck having completed all of the goals I had made for myself: to finish college, to secure a good job, and to live independently in a big city. I often prayed for God to reveal what was next, to divulge what the next big thing would be in my life as an architect in Boston. I never dreamed that floral design would grow into such a deep passion that would allow me to do what I have felt called to do for many years – finding tangible ways to spread joy in my community. I had no clue that this new passion would lead me down an entirely different path than I had planned for myself with so many dreams and goals that have brought me great joy and excitement for what is ahead.

I am incredibly grateful to all of the people who have helped me and cheered me on this past year. I would have never made it this far without the support of so many wonderful people – so thank you! And an extra special thank you to those people who have been with me from the very beginning (you know who you are.) I will be forever grateful for your encouragement, your inspiration, and your support. You helped me find the courage to pursue this passion, and you continue to provide encouragement when I need it most. While Heraclitus may have argued that change is the only constant, your support and God’s grace & blessing have been true constants in this process that I have not and will not take for granted.

So, after so much deep gratitude and reflection, it’s time for the lighter celebration of this milestone. For my blogiversary, my roommates and I celebrated as best we know how – with cake and flowers.

Esther (author of her own blog Teaspoon of Ink and my dear roommate for the last two years) worked her magic in the kitchen again and made a dessert utterly perfect for the celebration: mini lemon lavender bundt cakes. Let me tell you, they were AMAZING! I love mini desserts and anything lemon flavored, so her petite creations and her contribution to the celebration couldn’t have been more perfect. Esther was my first cheerleader in this process; she was the one who for months encouraged me to start a blog, even before I knew what I wanted to blog about. Watching her take that leap herself was so exciting, and the time spent developing our skills and dreams in tandem has been one of the best parts about being roommates.

Also joining us in our celebration was our newest roommate – meet Megan! She’s an absolute sweetheart, and it was a fun day to show her what goes into making and photographing a blog post. Hopefully our crazy antics didn’t seem too weird… my roommates often make the loveliest of models for my floral creations, so I’m hopeful you’ll see more of her in the year ahead 😉


And of course, what’s a floral blogiversary without some celebratory flowers. For this party, I combined two of my favorite things: dahlias* and flower crowns. The crowns were a mixture of dahlias, wax flowers, solidago, daisies, and lemon leaf, and the festive colors where a perfect fit for the transition between Summer and Fall. (*Side note: shout out to Five Fork Farms for always producing top notch, local flowers. The dahlias I receive as part of their summer flower shares make me swoon every week!)

It was a wonderful afternoon celebrating a big milestone. There will be many big things to share with you in the year ahead, but for now, all I will share is my joyful gratitude for the blessings of this past year. Thank you for following along with me; it’s been an incredible journey, and this next year will hold even more exciting and incredible things – just you wait and see 🙂



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