Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Luna Moth

The day I met my first luna moth reminds me of what it means to be a writer. I was standing at the side of a lake when the gorgeous creature literally landed in the water in front of me, struggling to save herself. I lifted her and without even thinking about it, set her on the front of my shirt to dry her wings. Right over my heart. She waited, and lifted her wings a bit; she waited some more. She knew when the time was right. When it was, I lifted her on one finger and she flew high, high, high into the trees. What a magical moment.

It's important for us as writers to dry our wings, to wait until our words are truly ready to venture into the world. When they are, who knows how far they'll go? And when we struggle, may we all find someone to lift us from the water and give us shelter until we're ready to fly.


  1. Your blog is Beautiful! I feel like when I met you, you were the luna moth who had just fallen in the water. I am so happy to see you flying again.

  2. I'm very happy to be on the ground floor of an elevator going up. Best wishes.

  3. Thank you, Michaele! You taught me to fly again. You looked so amazing gliding up there that I had to try it myself. Thank you, Diane! Best wishes to you and your novel too!