welcome to notes from a loft…
“when you find that you are doing what you love, what you were brought here to do, it makes for a rich and contented life. you have come into rhythm with your longing…your passion is clear and creative…you feel at home in your life, heart and hearth at one.”
—john o’donohue
in a landfill far, far away, there’s a small blue diary with secrets held safely inside by a tarnished “gold lock” where my love for writing began at or around the age of eight.
i was raised in the south where, if you showed up at our door, we would say “come on in and have a seat” and before you knew it you would have a glass of sweet iced tea in one hand and quite possibly, a piece of chocolate layer cake in the other. i hope you feel that kind of benevolence in this space.
hi there, i’m ruann. i like to talk face to face and write in lower case.
i currently write from a loft in the city and i’m so happy you’re here.
i've moved a few times and landed in the midwest where i lived and raised (crowd sourcing a better word for raise…) four of the very best people i know. truth be told, in many ways, we grew up together and i’m the luckiest.
fast forward through a few interruptions and such and here i am writing from a space with oversized windows, a daily brevé, chet baker, miles davis, melody gardot and friends, and if anything is in my favor – a delicious rainy day.
i hope you find a bold and lingering conversation here full of empathy and kindness.
maybe you will join me in pursuing audacious courage.
thank you for choosing this space to pause.
from one wounded healer to another…here are some notes from a loft.
to audacious courage…ru.
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if you take the time to be here - where i am finding the rhythms of my longing, please know that more than anything i want my work to be authentic and time well spent for both of us. thank you for supporting my writing and my soul.
