29 April 2016


Yoga stretches to the wisdom
Of my soul, it knows what I can do

Yoga curves me to the flexibility
Of my soul, it teaches compassion

Yoga moves me to my true self
Into my soul, moving in my breath

28 April 2016


It is our 16th wedding anniversary today, and every year I skip writing about the theme for A to Z and start writing about us and how blessed I am to have such a wonderful husband.

My most vivid memory of our wedding day is us standing at the gate of the Zoo, our wedding venue.

We stood there and nervously giggled and then we had our walk to the beautiful building where we would say yes. 

But there, standing at the gate, waiting, we said yes to each other, in private. 

27 April 2016


Sometimes my words escape me. They hide in the depth of my brain and no matter how hard I try, I am at a loss.

That is where I am at with my novel right now.

I could do the thing I used to do (hiding my book in the deepest, furthest drawer of my mind and writing a shiny new idea that is pushing itself to the front of my mind screaming, "Pick me! Write me! I am so much better than the other one!"

I call those ideas baubles, and those baubles are the reason why I haven't finished several novel ideas.

Baubles are like the whitest, fluffiest of breads. They look so delicious, and you can't wait to eat them, and then, moments later, you are hungry and feel like you need more food.

Baubles are a distraction. And in case you aren't a writer, you must have baubles in your work. The shiny new things that distract you from what really happens.

What you need to do is create space for the words to find you again. For the words to sneak back and find their way to your fingers again.

And I do that by doing something completely different.

Like making art, or doing my yoga.

And sometimes someone else's words are what take me back to my book, like my husband did for me today.

Whatever happens, don't abandon the words. And don't fall for the baubles.