It’s a fascinating process…like sewing a giant, beautiful tapestry. Each day, I see it take shape…I can see the different facits…beautiful details that weren’t there just yesterday…secrets revealed to me. And everyday I get closer to seeing the whole…the whole that will be worth more than the sum of it’s parts, and each part is priceless. Smaller and smaller pieces, so delicate, so intricate, so subtle. I’m putting myself in the hands of the Muse. She shows up every morning with a cup of coffee in one hand and my pen and ink in the other and says “Get up! Today you write.” I’m grateful for my Muse who has been with me for as long as my memory stretches back.
