Sometimes I grieve that I must cram all the creativity in my soul into a couple midnight hours each night. Tending home and children is an unrelenting job, as any momma knows, and these are trench days to be sure. But as I placed a nature spread of autumn treasures today, it dawned on me that I picked up nearly every piece here while walking with my kids. On beaches, in gardens, at the park, in our backyard.

And then it clicked: the realization that most of my art and my words would have never been born without the mess and grace and love of my children. They do not make the artist way more difficult for me. They don’t make it easier either. They bring it to life and color it every shade of the spectrum. They give me strength, courage, fresh eyes, and the most open heart I’ve ever had.

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