sometimes, God just takes you by the hand and whispers hold on....
this has been my past week. moments of deep breaths and skipping hearts, of hitting "send" when what i really want to do is just go crawl under a rock, of closing my eyes and wiping the tears from a piece of art on page that appeared out of prayer.
and so, really, the only way i know how to process this week is through the thanks. i feel the need to mark it down - to lay my stones by the river so i always remember.
0111 :: signing a contract with lit agent Darrell Vesterfelt 0112 :: finding more and more of this artist heart 0113 :: feeling the brave pulse (and not hiding!) by sending Come Alive out to readers for review 0114 :: afternoon conversations with my love in the coffee shop 0115 :: sending another check to our adoption agency 0116 :: gathering with those who know my heart and pray for my words 0117 :: whispering ideas with my best friend 0118 :: finding a treasure cove of future art journals at a local bookstore 0119 :: figuring out my rhythm as an artist - a writer, a painter, a dreamer 0120 :: knowing what it's like to wake up rested
and so i continue to rest in that pulse of bravery - refusing to hide.
tell me, what are you overwhelmed with thanks for today?
