“Gifted women, even as they reclaim their creative lives, even as beautiful things flow from their hands, from their pens, from their bodies, still question whether they are writers, painters, artists, people, real ones. And of course they are real ones even though they might like to bedevil themselves with what constitutes “real.”” “…a...
Prioritizing my attention.
Human nature makes us do crazy, stupid, and terrible things to each other when we’re scared. I am human. I don’t want to add to the chaos.
Making Time to Seek Direction. The written word inspires across time.
When I was younger, the feeling used to last for weeks, sometimes a month. Now…it’s usually a day or two before I’m climbing back out of the basement of my soul, shaking my head and wondering what happened.
Goals are being met!
You can’t catch up with life anyway, you can only pick up where you are!
When we deliberately choose to move out of the familiar space to see new things and meet new people, we waken something in us that we bring back home.
Inspired by dreams of my Grandmother