For some time now, I’ve tucked inside my heart Kahlil Gibran’s poem which speaks so beautifully to the gratitude of loving.

“. . . to wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.”

It tends to make me fairly swoon and soar simultaneously.

As I started growing my art life in the sweet town of Ashland, Oregon, where there is often magic afoot, I was invited to create a piece for the opening of a gallery show. A version of Winged Heart emerged—a mixed-media piece consisting of antique wood letterpress type, acrylics and fine silver with 22k gold. Inscribed, too, of course, was that wonderment of a line from Gibran’s poem. You know, the one that makes me swoon and soar.

From this, then, I was inspired to round up a variety of my artful pieces and place them under one roof. So here we are. It’s a long way from a golf-playing kid in Indiana turned physical therapist—women’s golf tour publicist—publishing production manager and wound-care specialist. But I can say it’s been a grand journey getting here.

And many thanks for joining me on this leg. I am grateful for your company.