There aren’t words really, not yet. Except that I went, and found myself a part of a tribe of the most creative people among the familiar landscape of my childhood for a handful of days. I can back brimming. I came back on the 100th day of my circle project. I came back filled. Heart-felt. Held. Discovered. Seen. Inspired.
Since then I’ve been nonstop making. A notebook already full. The next book taking shape now fast, and certainly. Big canvases edging into sight… and I’m taking every moment I can to create.
I won’t likely be sharing much… at least not yet, not while it feels fresh and wild. What I am sharing is another 100-day project:
I’ll be writing poems daily for the next one hundred days.
I’d really love for you to follow along HERE.