Weaving Gold

Mokosha, Anastasia Sophia, and Me, Natalia . . . while the books are written

What calls to me…

on September 17, 2014

Ocean calls me to his ever-changing, never-changing shores.
“Dive in! Float. Play.”

Mountain calls me to climb and meander.
“Get lost. Be found. Rest a while.”

Stream calls me to hear her song, and to listen to the murmurs of my soul.
“Are you ready, to hear your own voice? Are you willing, to speak?”

Cave calls me to plunge into deep, dank darkness.
Her words are for me, alone.

cave by Fealasy via DeviantArt Digital Art / Other / Landscapes & Scenery©2004-2014 Fealasy

My writing practice had been dormant, for many months. I am delighted that the energy has shifted and I am called to write. Talitha and Anastasia Sophia have not been telling me their stories, but the urge to write has returned and I am ready to play.

To stay inspired and stay on track, I signed up for Julie Tallard Johnson‘s On-line Class, In The Spirit of WritingI’ve worked with Julie in a year-long program before and highly recommend her excellent coaching.

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