to soar

I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly
Though it’s not easy to tell you goodbye…

About a year ago, I took a little shack deep in the woods —

And turned it into my playhouse — and my alter.

Here, chandeliers of question marks hang from the ceiling and on the menu every day —

Plain and simple —

Alphabet soup — or sandwiches, pancakes, cupcakes, truffles —

“Julie-anned” — if you will — which means whatever I happened to be in the mood for — or moved by at the time.

From my magical window in this worded den, I took in the ever changing vista and occasionally even stuck my head out the door. 

I’ve tried on a truckload of shoes — and a found a few pairs I could run in that maybe even looked —


Yeah, it’s been a nice place to grow a pair of wings — and well, I’ll leave it at that.

Cause if I go on much longer, I might just cry a —


Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

But it’s time for me to soar, I believe.  I hope.  I trust.

What’s next is yet to be determined — but hey, keep returning for awhile —

Wouldya please? 

I’ll find a way to keep the archives circulating so you have fresh water on the front page — and when the manuscript is done —

You’ll be the first to know.

God bless.


Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won’t forget all the ones that I love
I’ll take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

 (Breakaway lyrics — Kelly Clarkson)

Author: Julie Ann Stevens

My art flows from the patterns & paths of my lived experience which ⏤ like yours ⏤ are at once deeply personal and entirely universal.

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