i love florida, especially in the winter. the comfort i find in water and light mixing together, a most effortless dance of elements, reminds me of the beauty inside of all of us. the rich blues and soft greens, the gentle cry of the osprey, the squirrels that play and tangle around cypress roots, the soft, sinking soil, the rotting boardwalk that winds to unseen corners: all of these occurrences fill my senses with serene delight. so now i am writing my book idea for the winter (orders will still be filled) and spending some quality, healing time with my family. it feels good to be here. sometimes what we least expect ends up fulfilling some need we never knew we had. the book project i am working on feels right. it is flowing like honey and has been a longtime dream of mine. so after i am done with the sample chapters and illustrations the only thing left is to find a publisher. just this morning i read a hopeful quote by sark: “publishers would not exist without authors”. so i put it out to the universe that a publisher will be *fortunate* to publish this book (wink, wink).
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