I know I promised to tell more about yesterday, but I honestly can’t remember now what I was going to say because my head is so full of all the goodness that was today! I guess that’s the best way to travel life’s journey – in each moment, as it happens.


I was so inspired by the day, that when I read Maya’s Type Rider post over dinner, I decided to put my thoughts into poetry form. Seems fitting after a day full of art in a place just inches from heaven…


I am grateful for yoga behind the barn on a glorious May morning,
for birdsong and a gentle breeze to remind me of my place in the world,
for soft voices speaking shoutful words.

Today, I’m even mildly grateful for a small piece of charcoal
and the freedom of a blank page,
even though such things normally tease me unmercifully with my inadequacies.

I am grateful for corn farmers
and winding country roads
and this space for dreaming.

Mostly I’m just grateful to be here
among women who see the same things I do.