What happens when so much making comes tumbling out of you that you shy to share it?
What do you do when so many ideas beg and need to be birthed, small, tiny, insignificant ideas yet they must be born?
What if you feel so alive with all the making, the knitting, the poeming, the crafting, the drawing, the writing of stories that, surely you are living in miniature and illustration?
I’ll tell you.
You let it tumble out.
You do not share it. Not yet.
You birth the ideas as far as they will go no matter how small and insignificant they seem.
You knit, you poem, you draw and craft, you illustrate and write.
You live in your stories for your stories help you understand your story and thereby help you to live…