Sometimes all you need is the smallest of changes to stir your creative soul. Like this day, out for a morning walk in the fog — in South Florida of all places.
Fog and a dirt road lit up my brain pan. I returned to my creative practice revived . . . and ready to receive. (You know, thoughts and ideas and tweaks and such.)
Sometimes all you need is a walk. There’s a kind of reverie induced by walks that are difficult to come by through almost any other means.