It has been three years since I first published Searching for Faerie, Finding Me through Amazon’s print-on-demand platform. At the time, simply finishing the book felt monumental. I had taken an idea that once existed only quietly in my imagination and brought it into the world in physical form. That alone felt like an accomplishment worth celebrating. But over the years, I found myself continually returning to the story as I painted on canvas. Certain lines questioned me, ce

As I stand in this part of my life, I feel something shifting. I am no longer standing only in the place of remembering. I am no longer looking back only to understand what was lost, what was dimmed, or what I had to survive. Those losses shaped me, yes, but I do not wish to build this season around them. I honor them quietly, then turn my face toward what is alive in me now. And what is alive in me now is creation.This is my season of creating - right now it is in creating t

As I write this, I am looking at photographs of flowers from my garden that only weeks ago were vibrant with color and life. Now, beneath the relentless summer sun of Las Vegas, many of their petals have faded, curled, and fallen away. The same garden that felt abundant in spring appears stressed and weathered beneath the sizzling desert heat. For a moment, it is tempting to see only what has been lost. Yet the flowers have not truly disappeared. Their season of blooming has