I remember the morning they first caught my eye. Out of my window I thought I saw the tiniest bud on the dogwood. The next time I noticed, the tree was in full bloom, the white blooms so vibrant, life bursting forward. It was impossible to ignore the feeling of hope vibrating from hundreds of points.
Possibility. Potential. What could be. What will be. What is.
The American Craft Council show was last weekend. I found myself not only inspired, but driven. To be more. More me. I look at the things we create…art, music, businesses, meals, families. We are amazing!
I hope your heart is touched by possibilities this spring.
I hope you become even more of the you that this world so desperately needs.