I had a customer request one of my older pieces. She said she looks at it every morning and wanted to give a print to her best friend. I sold the original years ago, but I still wake to the words on my heart each morning.

“It isn’t that something comes along and gives you a reason to get out of bed, you have to get out of bed and go find that reason, every day…”

I’ve always found discipline to be much more reliable than motivation. 

I didn’t have the words for it then, sitting on the front steps of my grandparents’ home. The sugar still settling in my belly from one of the variety packs my grandma bought especially for us, I rested elbows on bare knees and rested bare brain in hands. My grandfather, not one to suffer fools or folly, making what wasn’t his first trip back to the tractor, asked me what I was waiting for. “I don’t know,” I said without lifting my head. “Better find out,” he said without turning back. “Yeah,” I thought, and raced into an open field of reasons.

There is always the sun. The morning. My hands and heart. I am out of bed, more than ready to find out….