"The earth laughs in flowers, " I had scribbled that quote on a folder some time ago. It had been buried in a pile of calendars, to-do lists, pay stubs and all those things that keep one running around, ragged.

I like to say "yes." Too much so. So much so, that I found myself sick and then well and then sick again.

And the more my body couldn't handle one more thing, the more opportunities came up. It is Spring. Flowers explode upon the landscape. Bees are busy. Customers are stopping by one after the other. People want to gather, all the time. I've been waiting for camaraderie, socializing, flirtation but if I wasn't going to say no, my body was.

I turned off the phone. Closed the lap top and stayed home to color in my coloring book. Something my bosses daughter turned me on to. And the most therapeutic, regenerative thing I have done in a long time.

California is amazing. But, I find, I have lost many creative parts of myself because there is too much to say yes to here. I never write, hardly read, or color...or stop and smell the roses. But, tonight I did. How could I have let these days go by and not taken photos of these flowers that are on this property?!?! Remember when you were in college and wrote poems? And love letters? And painted water colors?

I sat in the grasses as the sun dipped behind the hills of Inverness. Everything magical. And golden. My phone kept f-ing dinging. I turned it off. I took a deep breathe and felt humbled by my landscape. Everything I do, is to be apart of this landscape and I wish to renew my commitments to it. To photograph it, to pray in it, to swim in it's cold waters, to let myself be inspired- to write it a love letter and paint it with water colors.