When I dream of my own home, the first image that comes to mind is a steaming cup of coffee sitting cozily beside a stack

"An Active and Imaginative Life"
When I dream of my own home, the first image that comes to mind is a steaming cup of coffee sitting cozily beside a stack
I had the absolute joy of speaking on music-making, spiritual formation, and worship last night at Redemption Church Arcadia. It was such a fruitful time
It’s November, a month that inspires both terror and excitement in writers everywhere. Each November, I reminisce on my first attempt at National Novel Writing
Skimming the stories I loved so, I saw the growth of a writer. Glimmers of the novel I am drafting now and the woman I am becoming shine out in those early pages of limping syntax and predictable plots. Every now and then, a good sentence or single word stands out and says, “There is hope for you yet, Scribbler.”
I was inspired this morning as I walked to practice piano for an upcoming recital… this would have been great, had I been inspired to
I took this photo on a sunset run and added the words (surprise! They were not actually fabulous skywriting!) as I was doing some reading