When the Heavens Speak I Listen

It was 2006.  I had been operating a small heirloom and herb plant nursery for many years while also being a mom.  That year our Oregon winter had a record snowfall and like so many other green houses in the area ours collapsed under the weight. It made me take pause and wonder if it was time to start something new.  Were the heavens telling me something?  Dare I think that maybe I could pursue my photography? Or was that thought too self indulgent, was I good enough, who would want to see my work anyway? All these questions and…