I love when creative gusts of wind come along and lift me off my feet in a fit of inspiration. But gusts come and go. When they go, I might come tumbling down if it weren't for my garden. It always gives me a place to land. To plant. De-slug. Strum my uke. Until the next wind...

Whether creating, pulling weeds, or pretending I can sing like a songbird, the only constant is coffee. And I am constantly grateful. 

Links:                     

This Sweet Day for my musical collaboration with Trina Brunk

Gnome Home Page artists for unhoused youth

Slow Churn Journal A beginner musician begins (YouTube)