"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all."
A few years back I attended a writing retreat at a guest ranch in Wyoming. At the time my life was firmly rooted in the suburbs of Mpls/St Paul and I didn’t understand this innate draw I felt toward the West. While at the retreat one of the questions asked was why we had chosen to attend. I wasn’t quite sure how to explain the overwhelming sense that “I absolutely had to go”. Later while sitting at my cabin, the lyrical waters of the Little Laramie River rushing by, I thought maybe it was simply time to discover more of who I was as a writer, a woman, and an artist.
In 2013 the Westward call rang even deeper until it intertwined with our hearts, prompting us to give up the "good life" in the suburbs and leave friends and family behind. In truth I never would have guessed such a drastic transition possible, but when God asks us to take that leap of faith it’s up to us to respond in obedience. We walked away from our jobs and what most would call a comfortable, idyllic lifestyle. In turn, we are now blessed to reside in an 1890s barn on our own guest ranch in the beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota…a place where I hope to continue that discovery as a writer, a woman, and an artist.