“You would die if you couldn’t be building something, wouldn’t you…”

My friend’s assessment (Inquiry…? Accusation…??) was, in truth, right on the mark; creating stuff has pretty much defined me.

I’ve crafted a clothing line and chic, singular jewelry. Throughout a lengthy career as a massage therapist & Reiki master, I helped to catalyze healing. The “dollhouses” that I’ve fashioned for grown-ups are appealingly sized and whimsically stylized enough for a seed bead to become a brandy snifter, but during my time spent as a mixologist, I concocted an array of very real, fantastic beverages.

Relentlessly, I have built things – and in the process, I have generated some superb triumphs (and of course, some fine messes, too, just like anyone else).

“Writing”, though, is my vocatio.

Despite being told early on (and repeatedly thereafter) that this was so, I spurned the notion. I even challenged one especially insistent mentor quite defiantly, “What the f*** am I supposed to write about, then??”, and I was effectively bridled by the gentle-but-confident reply: “You are going to tell us what you have learned in your life.”.

It was momentous, and in my opinion, this medium has inspired some of my best builds ever. Tapping a host of varied experiences, I now seek to entertain and perhaps even enlighten others with the wry insight that my bucketful of “rich” labors has awarded me.