On the other side of the path, yarrow blooms nodded in synchronized motion with the chirping crickets. I wonder if the other walkers think I’m daft? I'm surrounded by incredible beauty, yet I’m wobbling down the path buried in my phone, texting what's streaming out of my head.

I Found My People Why do I even attend these writing intensives! I thought, chastising myself for not remembering the last few I had...

Collage with modern interior images, abstract art, and winter scenes. Text: "montages" and “I dreamed that, as I wandered...” Mood is artistic.

The heart probably doesn’t think the same way as the brain, but I believe we’re just beginning to fathom the power of our heart energies.

Realizing I hadn’t captured the depth of my changes so readers could “feel” along with me, not just read, I’m editing my book one more time replacing descriptions of how I feel with sensations and action. It's called “showing” not “telling”. It feels peculiar because I’m reliving the book as I edit and spending more time in those singular moments of awareness that preceded all the changes I made.

... the point is to bring ourselves back to the moment, back to the present, and away from all the bustle, thinking, and planning.

Today's blog is about the journey to get to the point of pushing the button to send my manuscript on its way to becoming a book.

Humans and herons are both motivated to do what we need to do to survive. Consider how being in the pond together is significant to both.

It was wrenching to handover the manuscript. I'd scrutinized every detail. The time had come and I knew it!

The Clearing was my comfort spot. I felt completely free to be myself at a time when the life I was living wasn't conducive to being myself.

“If the path before you is clear, you’re probably on someone else’s.” attributed to Carl Jung It was Easter Sunday, 2020, in the middle...