We bathe in the waters of our love every minute of our lives. As we look at the physical manifestations of our nurturing love…our families, spouses/lovers, pets, garden, home, seedlings on the windowsill, we know that our love is the most powerful tool of manifestation in the world. It never reduces, never demeans, never condescends.

So I embrace my family and home with love.  I nurture my work with love. I renew my soul in the love that is yoga and Spirit.

But, my writing. Do I always come to it like a lover? No! So often I come to this sacred essential part of my life as though the act of writing is immediately judging me! I feel uninspired, cold, tired. I forget too easily the joy of just letting the pen float and flow over the paper. Instead I am expecting goals fulfilled and completeness in each and every session. Writing, though, is like life; like the river we don’t want to push. My writing is craft, yes, but it is also the stirring of my soul. It is my reflection of nature all around me. It is the sunlight streaming through my hand as much as it is the demons and night riders finding their way into fiction. It is something that takes time and life and most of all, love. I am not a self-destructive person. Why would I be a self-destructive writer? There is no sense in that…no reason…no good payoff. Most of all, there is no love in that.

And I strive to live in love…….