Well, I finally did it.
I put my feet in the sand and read.
I read my poetry book. My very own book, in my hand, on the beach!
It was a moment I had been looking forward to for months. It signified something special for me,
almost hard to define. I had early visions of moving to/ living on the beach when I first started
writing. I love how being near the ocean makes me feel. For this trip, I envisioned reading my book
and then writing some more poetry for my next book. I did write a few poems later, but on the
morning I read my book on the beach I was overwhelmed. I was brought back to the emotions I was
feeling when I wrote the poems. To what was happening in my life, both outer and inner.
I sat there, reading through my poems, and I felt such gratitude for the opportunity to write, to put
my work out there. I felt awe and a growing thankfulness for being able to reach others through my
writing. What an amazing thing!
So, while I don't have a new poem today, I have a few memories to share below. Thank you for
being part of my journey as a poet/writer/listenertohersoul. Feeling supported makes the heart glad!
Below you see me with my second poetry book, Echoes of Moonlight. If you'd like to check it out, go here:
How about that sunrise?? Pure inspiration!