
Obvious Grist and Hidden Stars
It’s a choice — to walk in beauty
As a novelist, I apply imagination to truth and truth to imagination. This is how I process the world, whether or not I’m in the act of writing.

I’m as easily seduced by a flirty bloom as anyone should be — I want always to walk in beauty.

But when the scene around me offers little that is overtly pleasing, I take it in exactly as it is — and then dig deeper within, learn to lavish it with love and mystery.

A single grain of longing for something better is in itself a dreamy change upon the land.

Within the full spectrum of light pulse many vibrations our eyes and nervous system have not been wired to process. Who am I to say a stray pebble in a dry seabed of gritty, obvious dirt doesn’t contain some hidden star, a wished-for portal to a beautiful thought.
Thank you for taking this walk with me today.






