where i come from

It is a small painting. its just two feet off the floor in a wall of paintings in a cold northern museum. its is a picture of a small house deep in a northern snow cradled by a vast alaska horizon. The sun is shadow on the horizon – in the softness just before dark. It is simple…small almost… and difficult to see so close to the floor. I crouched down low… wanting to touch it. suddenly i could see… and i loved it.

I fell deep inside the soft evening twilight and found myself alone in our amazing world breathing in stars on the edge of vast wilderness. I could see my breath in the cold and feel the crunch of the snow beneath my feet. i saw the greatness of our land and our God. I walked away seemingly hours later… only to come back the next day to see it once more before a long flight home.

Eight years later I still remember this one painting. This small piece of whispering art… tacked up 2 feet off the floor with a hammer. It reminds me of who I am … and where I come from.

happy mousie-ween.

Be Inspired: i Love Changing Hands Book Store

We all have those moments... sometimes they stretch on and on and you wonder if you will be creative again. Thats what happens when you are stuck. so... here's the plan..

step One: I am going to write with a writers crit group in downtown phoenix.... there are about 6 of us. Each of us are so different.. and ssshhhhh we read our stories out loud. I LOVE it. ... But just going down to phoenix has seemed to jump start my dusty mind... I love it there the dusty brick buildings ... perfect lovely southwestern colors... and the wandering souls of people on the streets....

step Two  : chocolate.....

step Three: Read Read Read


oh come to think of it they are all Changing Hands Bookstore. that makes me happy!