- Hikes with my dogs off leash staying in tune with all the noises of the woods and the sound of the ground under my feet.
- When I sit and write and words start overlapping and ideas are cracked open and exposed to words.
- When I am inspired to make new ceramic forms and I take my first ball of clay and try to bring my idea/drawing to life. It feels wild and risky and on the edge of something possibly great.
- When I reach that point in meditation where I am not sleeping nor fully awake, but perfectly in between as if I am floating.
My quiet wilds are:
- Hikes with my dogs off leash staying in tune with all the noises of the woods and the sound of the ground under my feet.
- When I sit and write and words start overlapping and ideas are cracked open and exposed to words.
- When I am inspired to make new ceramic forms and I take my first ball of clay and try to bring my idea/drawing to life. It feels wild and risky and on the edge of something possibly great.
- When I reach that point in meditation where I am not sleeping nor fully awake, but perfectly in between as if I am floating.