It's National Poetry Month and my soul is feeling it.
I'm a little rambly about this because it means a lot to me. Here's how a music show got me …
I venture far out of my comfort zone, and it's not as bad as I expected.
Feeling quiet, taking things in, grateful for the love.
I find myself in an unusually destructive mood, and realize it's part of the creative cycle.
A month has passed since I first started a daily practice of quiet me-time. Here's a progress report.
Here, in a nutshell, is what I love and hate about "graphic novels" in their current state.