Wednesday December 5th, 2018 I have noticed that with all creative processes there are sinks to clean and dishes to be put away. I am writing this morning and have scrubbed my sink and emptied the dishwasher as I do every time I sit to write. At first, I think I am wasting time. I should really have more than a page written, but I just keep catching a glimpse of the jumble on the counter and then, there’s the lack luster sheen of the sink calling to me. So, I wander over to see wassup. While there, I notice...

Thursday November 29, 2018 The storm passed last night and into the early hours of the morning with a soft roar and the swelling crescendo of windchimes on my back porch. It was too much for me to stay inside and watch through the window. Too much dancing wind and earth scent to be part of out there. So, with coffee in hand, I saluted the day. The grass is coming in where dried “hay” used to be, moss is greening on the rocks and the birds have found the seed platter. I fill up with this moment. When I...