We spent the day in Lompoc today for a family reunion with Victor's family.
On the way out we stopped at the Lompoc Cemetary and brought some flowers to Grandma Mead.
This is my way of keeping my promise to Grandma. She asked me to always remember her.
As writers, we need to draw from our experiences and find ways to infuse who we are into the stories we tell. Julia Cameron, the author of the Artist's Way, states: "We must write from love and we must choose those to read us who read from love: the love of words. The love of naming our experience must finally be the guiding force in what we put on the page."
Sunday, October 17, 2010
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I'm sure Grandma appreciates it. :)
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