Jump out of that bed and charge yourself happily. Smile knowing what matters. It is confusing. Chasing clues out of cover.

Feel that excitement in tips that fingers type. Write it out. Sing it strong. Be imagination transpiring to breath. Live the legend. 

The world will shy without a guide. Will you press on? When you wake late. Stand looking and decide. Which turn will be yours? Or will you pass the coin to the key.  

Setting up my sewing area with my great granny’s writing desk.

Rolling out of bed and ready to sew.

Letting boxes hold threads and labels for my sister’s brand.

Can you believe there are artist studios in this old clock tower. The big Ben of Baltimore called Bromo Clock Tower