It has been forever since my last post. I had a long period of languishing and dealing with whatever I needed to deal with on a daily basis and little else. My creative juices were in a vessel that was rusted shut and buried. My years-long desire to relocate from my tiny, rural, remote Southwestern US community of less than 50 people had me in a stranglehold and I felt that nothing (NOTHING!) was ever going to change. My longing for greater human interaction — a touch, an embrace, nay! perhaps some splendor in the grass ?– blared at me like golden shiny trumpets that had gone too long unplayed and were now filled with sand.
As a card-carrying lightworker/starseed/intuitive/call it what you want, I knew that energies and worlds far more powerful and potentially way more harmonious and delicious were just outside my door. In the weeks leading up to February 2022, I felt myself released from old patterns and habits that had dogged me for eons. It was as though all of the steps I had taken over the decades, all of the readings and healings and past life work and release work and dark nights of the soul had suddenly coalesced into a grand and glorious opening. Can I get an Amen!?
Quickly and quietly, I felt more “myself” than I had in years. In subsequent posts, I will share with you some of the wonderful people whose inspiration, meditations, affirmations and teachings have cradled me through this fresh unfolding. They are extraordinary humans who share their offerings freely! You may find someone whose flavor matches your own. Or not.
For now, I am thrilled to report that the one and only short fiction piece I have ever written, was picked up by a gorgeous online literary magazine. While going through all my old creative work recently (I do indeed anticipate a relocation!), I came across this story and had but a faint recollection of ever having written it! I think it was in the early 2000s. I dusted it off and was clearly guided last night to find an online home for it. As we creatives know, the submission process can be utterly demoralizing! I stumbled on a never-before-seen site and felt instantly that it could be a fit. The stars must have been properly aligned: I submitted before the weekly deadline with 1.5 minutes to spare.
My short story “Parking Lot Reverie” (under 2,000 words) can be seen here on Typishly. The site has a unique approach that feels kinder, gentler, and decidedly faster than so many others. I am looking forward to submitting some of my poetry as well. Please check it out if you are unaware of Typishly.
There are new opportunities now for all of us to revisit or discover or realign parts of ourselves that for whatever reason have been out of reach. Follow your instincts no matter how many times you have declared the doors of your life shut and locked! We are in new territory if we will only listen and take action as our hearts and spirits guide us. Feel free to Contact me if you want to connect!
I chose the Van Gogh image because, well, just look at it! What better way to be reminded of the power and glory and inner soul nourishment that artists and poets and writers provide? Drink it up while you can — no matter what other images are being bandied about from every direction. Choose beauty, choose love, and choose to sing your song without fear!
words divinely wrought 