My Heart Beats a Cha-Cha

My heart beats a cha-cha after a few moments in the garden.  Two steps back, one step forward, swing those hips, and pivot…

Watering plants and watching the arc of water make rainbows in the bright sun.  Tending the flowers.  Vegetables are too worthy, too practical, too real word for my idea of gardening.

I want the Secret Garden with a secret door.  I want lush, verdant, and bursting with flowering shrubs, vines, and plants. Irish moss.  I want fragrance and the hum of happy bees.

I want to cha-cha with the watering can.

A dreamscape.  An escape from the real world behind my morning glory covered garden gate where the Mock Orange scents the hair this time of year.

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Find Your Tribe

I’ve heard it said that it’s important to find your people — that place you belong where your talents are celebrated, and your quirks embraced.  Where you can unapologetically be yourself.  Where being a misnomer – finding the who.  The place doesn’t matter, it’s the people there that make up the tribe.

It took me so long time 0to find my tribe.  To find my purpose.  To find my calling.

I am a writer.  My brother and sister writers are my people.  For once, I feel like I don’t have to explain myself.  I can just be. 

I can breathe easy.

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