you blew into my life on a birthday breeze, your essence carried in the tiny seed of a book. a book filled with images of beauty and stories of love. you planted yourself in my heart, with whispers of your magic. and i have tended you with promises of one day, have plucked the weeds of self-doubt when they threatened to crowd. and now…it is time. in a matter of days, i will cross 6 state lines. and i will dip my toes into your lake, i will sink into days of creative me, i will meet members of my tribe…i do believe. you have called me, and i am coming. oh, and squam, please hold me gently. for though my heart is wide open, it feels quite tender. i will see you soon.
sending a little love your way, m