I started writing ‘Sketches from the Heart of a Texas Artist’ after I lost my dream job to paint a 140 foot mural on the side of a prominent hotel, after to a sexual harassment scandal broke me down to the point that I couldn’t take it anymore. I wrote a novel to navigate through the pain.
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I approached the crude structure and pulled aside a piece of madras fabric that had been fashioned into an entrance. Incense smoke twisted and curled through the air in a thick haze. As my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit, smoke filled room, they fixated upon a Nefertiti-esque woman.
I arrived in San Pedro town on Tuesday evening, after a long day of travel. My love was waiting for me at the water taxi station, ready to take me to a private house on a secluded beach front property on the north side of the island. He planned to help a friend with some work on the property while giving me some quiet time to work on my art.
Read MoreYesterday morning, I sat in front of my laptop and dutifully tried to write a weekly 'Love-spiration' email and... I had no idea what to write about. My intention is always to write from a genuine and thoughtful place, but I was blocked.
Read MoreThe concept of surrender doesn’t come as innately as my urge to control, so I guess it makes sense that I’ve been at a loss for words. In fact, it’s such a foreign concept to me that the Universe has continued to send me an army of angels to guide me toward living through surrender.
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