Sacred

I received some bad news last week going into the weekend. Lucky for me, the weekend was a gorgeous one - warm, with clear evidence that spring was here at last. I spent the two days outdoors with my family and everything else melted away. It was a gift. A reminder that everything that is sacred is within a tiny radius around me - my children, Hollis, the place where my in breath connects with the entire universe.

I did the Teen Author Festival book signing on Sunday and took my mentee from Girls Write Now. She had an amazing experience, got to meet her author-idols Coe Booth, Barry Lyga, and Olugbemisola Rhuday-Perkovich. She also caught a glimpse of Carolyn Mackler and just about swooned. It was wonderful to watch.

And this week I go into the new (romance) work-in-progress, my agent sends the YA out, and I tumble into a zillion school/library visits, speaking engagements, etc.

But none of those, in and of themselves matter. They matter only in connection to what is sacred in my life - as an extension of it. And when they're connected to that center, they matter deeply.

Here's to spring (and its reminder of rebirth), new life, the bursts of colour exploding all around us, and to always remembering to keep what is sacred at the center of everything.