The Creative Harvest

Gathering the Unseen

The air changed this morning. There is a crispness that wasn’t there yesterday—a signal that the expansive, wandering energy of summer has finally bowed out. In the studio, I feel a shift in the light and a corresponding shift in my work.

If summer is the time for gathering sensory data—the sounds of the street, the heat of the sun, the erratic rhythm of travel—then October is the beginning of the harvest. We bring those raw observations inside, out of the wind, and begin the slow process of sorting. It is time to decide which ideas will sustain us through the coming winter and which were merely passing fancies.

The Monroe Minute
Look back through your notes from the last three months. Identify one recurring theme or image and commit to developing it this week.

Until the next page,
Sloane S. Monroe

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Sloane Shay Monroe

I don’t write to idealize love, but to explore it honestly, with emotional precision and depth.