The light of the moon

I love the philosophy of connecting real life to art and have been practicing it for thirty years. It's difficult to actually do it however. How? Why? When? Where? does a 'normal' woman fit the creation of heart stopping art into her life?

How do you push art out from yourself when the rewarding job, the strong marriage, the amazing children, the challenging essay-writing, the new diet, regular sleep and exercise, and the nightly news all compete for time and emotional energy?
How? By reminding myself that I'm lucky.
Why? Because I have to.
When? In the middle of the night.
Where? Everywhere. All the time.