Flow

Flow. 

Both a verb and a noun. 

As a creative person, the most precious gift is when you experience the opening that allows the ideas to flow.  

When these portals are blocked, you fear they'll never open again. But when they do (and thankfully they do – eventually), it's simply magical. 

In addition to this blog and a few other things, I'm working on a writing project. One that's both a challenge and opportunity. Just enough to create that "fear" I wrote about a few days ago. Excitement wrapped in uncertainty. Yep.  

In Aspen, there are rivers and streams everywhere. Even in my own back yard! So flow as a metaphor is everywhere. 

And now – a relevant song: