The Still Small Voice

Those inner urges whisper to me ... lead me on to ... where?

Unknown.

Yet I listen to the still small voice. I write. I stitch. I sew. I sing. I capture images and share them. I care for my family and my home. I try to remember to pay it forward. I long for these things.

I'm 50 years old ... and still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I know what I don't want to be.

I am learning who I am.