16 Feb Change Is On The Wind
Sometimes, we are unsure of the next step. We know we are headed on a path. We feel the wind at our back. But we have no idea where we are headed. Those are precious times....
Sometimes, we are unsure of the next step. We know we are headed on a path. We feel the wind at our back. But we have no idea where we are headed. Those are precious times....
In the spirit of the season, I am grateful to be a guest writer on The Curious Mystic. I have learned many lessons in 2016. And I aspire to learn many more in 2017. Many blessings to you all. May this time of year bring peace to your soul and joy to your heart....
I am a self-professed control freak. Most of us are. Truly. Deep down. After all, we were sold on a belief of earning our keep. Reward through persistent struggle. Anything worth having requires a fight...
On this beautiful Friday, I share a passage from Blue Moon. The Sisters of Fate are not high in the clouds or tucked away in a forest. In the Fated series, they pull their silvery strings from the Upper East Side of Manhattan. But life is not as easy as you might imagine. Their world has been rocked by a mortal with high...
When it rains, it pours. For anyone who has experienced a creative drought, those words sound like Nirvana. How could you be upset with an abundance of creativity? Ideas popping up like crocuses in springtime. Characters scrambling like children at an Easter Egg Hunt. And settings? Every rustic café, weather-worn bench, glistening cityscape, and faraway mountain range is an open door...
When I travel, the bliss of a new place is feeling the energy. The rhythm of the people, the essence of the buildings, the inspiration in the landscape. Every location on this planet has a distinct feeling...
Every time inspiration appears, I am in awe. I view the visitation as a miracle. Most recently, I am discovering the alchemy of collaboration...
Every story comes to me in a different way. The timing is not always convenient. Nor is the entry graceful. The tale might whisper, then disappear for years, before arriving in full force....
Ah, the beauty of fall. I step out my door into glowing sunshine and crisp air. Within seconds, I am in awe of the colours. Purples, reds, yellows, oranges, and dark green. A palette so rich I cannot help but feel pulled to explore....
The creative journey like life, has its ups, downs, and turnarounds. There are days when the words flow. And days when you are lucky to get an idea. Let alone see any paint on the canvas or words on the page....