The minutes tick by, my brain shrinks with each passing moment I refuse eyes’ closing. Yet I want to stay up. It’s only 5 minutes, but it’s worth time incalculable. Igniting the embers of creativity, catharsis, and growth.
And so I waited the 10 extra minutes until the reveal of our newborn word from Lisa-Jo.
Please join us in this trek of discovery. Whether you’re up late as I, or if it’s pre-coffee morning and you’re hoping for that last soak of quiet before the day rushes to demand you, or even if it’s well into Friday and you finally are finding a moment to breath within the hectic-lovely of life…you are welcome here. You are urged to link up with us, spilling yourself on page. We are a safe audience. We don’t judge. In fact, it may be the most encouraging place to fall into – this bed of arms from the most amazing, talented, human-skinned angels of women I’ve come to know and connect to.
So please, gather up your feet. Tuck them under you and rest easy. It’s writing time. Let’s see what flows…
|Credit: Flickr user Darwin Bell|
I’ve had many homes.
The beauty of relocation at the hands of a Navigator.
And I’m richer because of it. A phrase is often used: “seasoned traveler”… I understand it.
In order to have endured the nomadicness of journey, one becomes seasoned to the grit of differing cultures, the dust of alternative altitudes, the flavor of adjusted times zones and new languages of communication all within the boundaries of one language spilling from varying lips.
Area codes and walls have changed exponentially throughout my life yet one constant has stood fast: my home stands unmoved.
|Photo taken by me on a camping trip to Colorado|