I stood, caught literally in a patch of sun. Ella is in my arms and this song is playing in the background. The beauty of this moment is overwhelming and I feel that familiar echo in my gut, the need to WRITE THIS. Paper, pen, anything. I need to write this. I don’t know if non-writers experience this phenomena. I stopped myself and let the sun wash over us, swaying in time with my baby. Not caring who sees me through the kitchen window clad in my bathrobe singing my heart out. I’ve been writing. Can I share some of it with you? Some is not nice or easy to swallow. Some is dark and unnerving. But I’ve been inspired by fearless writers, bloggers, women and men and children even. We all have so much more courage than we know.