I’ve had to lay low a bit. Take time for healing and new ways. An act of rebellion, in a modern age that rages to keep up. Back in the day, I wouldn’t bother.

But I have come to know the magic in resting, and that if we settle down enough to trust; precious moments of clarity come…

My new orange sheets and colored marker inspiring me to stay in bed and pen poetry—words that may never see the light and who cares, because they become me. The spark I’ve been searching for, the reminder… “All is coming.”

Happy Spring,