When I first met Darla (not her real name), she was just so sad. Attempting to make a business out of her art resulted in her being so disenchanted that she couldn’t even make herself go into her studio. After all the dreams and then…
Category: `The Healing Garden
About two weeks after we moved to Asheville, I melted down like a chocolate bar in a hot car. As it turns out, following up moving across the country with four pets with another long-distance road trip with your mother to visit your favorite aunt…
As spring draws to a close and summer begins her bountiful journey, I can feel my body beginning to say “Enough.” For eighteen months, I’ve been moving non-stop. When I reach into my creative well, my bucket returns with less and less clear, crisp inspiration.…
“I just need to stop being afraid and do it.” I hear this phrase all the time, from clients, friends, people mumbling to themselves in the supermarket. Running through my own brain with abandon, the words obviously forgot that I banned them years ago. I…
I learned how to use a ring light last night! I love The Equalizer, a new tv show, and the storyline included the main character’s daughter begging her mother to do a TikTok dance with her. They showed her setting up and that’s when I…
“I don’t see how these Fortune 500 leaders have time to read thirty books a year or workout for an hour every day! How do they do that?” My client and I were talking about his non-negotiables, those things he needed to do to be…
Claiming your profession is great, but what do you do when you say “I am a fill-in-the-blank” and still feel like a fraud? Say it anyway. Frankly, this is one of those “chicken or egg,” “fake it til you make it” moments. You can’t be…
“When we were in Big Sky, the person we stayed with is retired and a potter. Her username was Potter1. I’ve never used writer1 or anything associated with writing as a username. When I meet people, I generally say I’m semi-retired. Occasionally if the conversation…
There’s a card in the Tarot deck called “The Fool.” In most decks, he’s portrayed as a young man. His face is turned up toward the sun as he strolls along. You can see that his next step will take him over a cliff. So,…
I belong to the best little writing group. We meet once a month, reading each other’s work and offering a variety of edits. After offering our words to the group, we dive in like raptors to pounce on weaknesses, sharpen the focus and rip open…