The other day I was in a moment of gratitude and thanked a friend for their hand in how this goodness came to me. They replied, “Don’t thank me, remember it starts with YOU.”
I’ve been thinking about this statement.
The creative drive is within us all. Some call that a nudge or a wink. Others call it the muse. Whatever you call it, honor it. Because chances are if God plants a creative seed in your heart, you will not rest easy until you nurture it.
I have a personal story to share. In 2015, my son Doug reminded me that I used to write poems about his class at the end of every elementary school year. I had forgotten about that side of myself, but the recovery began almost instantaneously—and I started writing poetry again.
I’m in love with nature, natural eating and loving naturally. Slow living is what I’m all about—and I’m a fan of anyone else who’s all in.
Thank you summer season
You’re the reason we are beamin’
This past weekend, I was so excited to be participating in my first Sunday at Porter East with their awesome group of shops and restaurants and all the vendors and food trucks that come out for the event. My colleague Kristen Alden and I have a new book Gluten Free Soul Pilot that launches this week that we were able to share at an intimate pre-launch gathering at the Terminal Café and the Shops at Porter East surrounded by artisans who create beautiful, quality things on the daily.
The natural world has so many advantages from inspiration to health benefits. The best gift I’ve received from exploring the majesty of this impressive world we live in and its royal beauty is how it opened up my heart to writing poetry, and to my inner artist.
I write in bits and short bursts—sort of what it feels like to wiggle in and out of boulders as you climb up a mountain. The greatness of the colors, the mountain air, the peace, the blues and earthy hues enhance my thoughts and turn off the distractions; then it all comes spilling out like one of those narrow creeks down the side of the mountain after a big rain.