Today, Another Page Is Turned.

My New Adventure into the World of Publishing

Turning the page... 

Every storyteller knows that the best chapters start in the quiet moments. While the rhythm of the farm remains my heartbeat, today I am picking up the pen to continue writing a line I’ve carried in my soul for a very long time.

For years, my days have been defined by the rhythm of the land. Whether it’s the soft greeting of my sheep in the morning, the steady click of my weaving loom, or the quiet magic of a sunrise over the pasture while cozied up with one of my cats wrapped in a quilt, and watching the snowfall from my bedroom window, my world is one I can feel, touch, and see with my own hands, heart and mind and I long to share it with you. 

A Vision From A Photo Taken Many Years Ago. 

As many of you know, I’ve been pouring my soul into a story called "The Last Christmas." It’s a narrative poem about the "unseen keepers" of our world—the gnomes—and a tiny babe left behind on a frozen Christmas Eve. It’s a story about the promise that no one is ever truly forgotten, and it's a vision that has lived in my mind and heart as vividly as the rows in my garden. It offers hope in a world where we here so much about the world ending. What happens after that?  Imagine being a child and hearing so much of the negative while left wondering what it all means?

Stepping into the Unknown

Today, I took a leap of faith. I’ve officially begun reaching out to literary agents—the gatekeepers of the publishing world—in hopes of finding a partner who can see my vision through my words and images. I'm hopeful someone out there believes this work just might be worthy of being shared with the world and can offer their expertise to help it get there. 

The "querying" process is a bit like planting a rare seed. You prepare the soil (the manuscript), you write the best letter you can (the pitch), and then you send it off into the world, hoping it finds the right place to take root. It’s nerve-wracking and has left me feeling  vulnerable, but it’s an adventure I feel called to take right now. Why now? Well, I don't know exactly.  What I do know is, I have learned that following the promptings we receive out of nowhere is always the best course of action. I have always regretted it, when I have not. So, here I am..... 

Why I Share My World

I often get asked why I share so much of my daily life—the kittens, the sheep, the trials and triumphs of the homestead, my life, my losses, my successes—on YouTube and Facebook. The answer is simple: I believe the world needs more gentle narratives. We need stories that remind us of family, of the stewardship of the earth, and of the quiet miracles that happen when we simply pay attention and keep believing in something good. Life is not always peaches and cream and those of you who have followed my life over the years, know we have had our seasons of hardships around here.  However, we have also had our seasons of beauty, blessings, and becoming so much more, as the trials of life flicker out. 

My dream is to see these stories on the bookshelves of grandmothers, parents, and children everywhere, serving as a bridge between the whimsical magic of our imaginations and the grounded beauty of a life as we live it. 

Join Me on the Journey

Whether this first "seed" sprouts quickly or takes a season of patience, I am so grateful to have you all as part of my "cyber family." Thank you for walking this path with me, for your prayers for our missing Pumpkin whose absence has left a whole in our hearts as we miss him so much, and for the encouragement you give me every single day to keep moving forward with my messages, creating my herbal products,  growing healthy food, weaving rugs, improving our pastures and the lives of the animals we have charge over while sharing all of it with you along the way. 

Remember, "it's always the little things" making the biggest difference in our lives. 

This is just the beginning for the next part of my story, so please  stay tuned. ....

To Be Continued....  Wild Daisy Homestead.