When I first began the journey of pen and paper in 2011, I began with a need to purge, a need to extricate pieces of me that had become tarnished, broken and unsalvageable, and a need to be quiet. In doing exactly that, I found new energy and new life, but I found a loud and more vibrant person of which controlling often became difficult. Sure, I had many tell me I looked peaceful; I looked calm, but deep inside there was a churning that often paraded around as part of my old-self which meant I would be a part of as much as I could to feel a part of the world. To feel a need to be needed. Suddenly this week, I found what I really needed to find: to be quiet. I learned that in the face of success being quiet allowed for a contemplative method of enjoying and yet tuning the psyche for the next part of the journey. I’m not sure where that will take me, but I can assure you the creativity is catapulted to a new plateau. Let’s just hope it’s a long mesa with a small cliff on the side I fully expect to fall off again, but this time onto a plain of never-ending joy and contentment. It feels good to be quiet.