WHY I WRITE

Bumblebee on Echinacea purpurea (Purple Coneflower)

I Write Because I Notice

Noticing is how the world stops being background noise and becomes something alive.

As I grew older, life pulled my attention toward calendars, checklists, things I needed to do and complete, deadlines and screens. But something always pulled me back outside — a bird appearing where it shouldn’t, the light shifting through leaves, the hush of dawn caught between breaths. Writing became the way I hold onto what I notice — and the way I invite others to notice with me. I don’t write to tell people what to do.
I write to say:

Look here.
See this.
Notice this.

Writing is how I slow down long enough to understand a moment before it slips away. It often also helps me remember, because I have a terrible memory.

Here on my blog, and in my weekly podcast The Flutter By Effect, the practice is always the same: pay attention, follow your curiosity, and share what you find beautiful, surprising, and alive.

If someone asked me why I write, I would say this:
I write to notice the world more deeply — and to help others rediscover their own capacity to see, listen, and feel what’s around them.

With pen to paper, I can capture more than dates and details. I can hold onto the moments in between — the first time I used a dandelion digger and felt a little spark of magic, or the morning I looked out the window to see the rain garden resting under a blanket of snow.

Photographs can only capture so much. Words let me return to all five senses: the scent of Virginia sweetspire and the moment I first noticed it, the sound of the dawn chorus in early spring, the surprise of spotting the first—or last—Monarch of the season. The taste of a ripe serviceberry. The feel of purple lovegrass in fall, slipping softly between my fingers.

The plants, trees, and living world outside my windows never turn off. Their presence, their movement, and the life they invite in are what inspire this space. Writing is how I stay with those moments a little longer.

My paper journal keeps the practice going, page by page, season by season. I don’t think I’ll ever stop filling it — though I often wish I had started sooner. And if you begin one today, my hope is that you’ll document more than observations alone. Capture the full experience: the sounds, the textures, the pauses, and the wonder that comes from truly noticing what’s around you.