There is a sacred joy in creating—a kind of happiness that feels both deeply personal and universally understood. It is a joy that doesn't demand explanation, only participation. When we create, we step into a space where time bends, distractions fade, and the world quiets. It is here, in this meditative flow, that we find something profound: ourselves.

Each morning, the mind begins as a blank page. An affirmation is a simple first line—I am open to good things. With intention, it sets the tone, creating space for what follows.

Creativity isn’t just something I do—it’s a way of thinking, of being. I remind myself often: I am a creative thinker, and I always have the right place for my creative state of mind. It’s a simple truth, but one that anchors me when life feels overwhelming or scattered.

This year, I will stand as I am—

unmasked, unwavering, wholly true.

Each step rooted in purpose,

each word a mirror of my heart.

Side by side, we walk through endless doors,

our quiet promises unfolding.

The path bends, narrows, stretches wide—

but always, it is ours.

Two shadows moving as one.

There is an abundance of creative energy flowing through me.

Blurred Days

The clock blinks,

but I can’t read its face—

hours melt into wrapping paper scraps

and half-finished conversations.

Bare

I stand without cover,

no shine, no mask.

Just skin,

lined and soft,

telling stories I didn’t ask to write.