Candlelight, Rachmaninoff, and wine. There is definately something about atmosphere. When the days seem so long and full of frustration, a little music does so much for the soul. So do the stars. Looking at the stars and realizing how small I am and how big God is---that's overwhelming in that lovely chill up the spine kind of way. And He loves us! Whoah.

Yesterday I was challenged on my writing. Write more. Write everyday. Yes, I know this. But do I do it? No.

I must. I have to get it in my blood. I'm reading a memoir by Stephen King on writing and it is so useful and pratical. Out of my life, no matter what the circumstances, there are poems and stories.

poems and stories.