Your way of living sounds so beautiful, and it clearly inspires the beauty and healthy spirit of your writing.

My way of doing this is rather funny. Perhaps I should not admit this? But much of my creative thinking occurs while I am cleaning up my horses’ living quarters! You may laugh or cry — I’m not sure which! But I can think about anything then; I am out in the fresh air. In summer I can jot notes on my phone, but today that was not really possible because it was too cold to remove my gloves and work my phone…

Someday perhaps I will feel that I can walk down the street freely. This was, sadly, a source of great anger and psychological abuse all the while I lived with my mother, so much so that I still cannot walk far without going into a panic attack. Well, my new freedom will win out; I am sure!