How It all began

How it BeganI came for the soup was birthed out of an adventure. In June of 2013, a dear friend of mine asked if I wanted to accompany her on a vacation outside of the States. Saying yes was the easy part, choosing a location was where we ran into difficulty.

What was the deciding factor? Several years prior she had had the chance to enjoy some mighty tasty (so I am told) Potato and Leek soup in Ireland.  She said she would often sit and think about that soup.

This to me meant we had to go back to Ireland and get that soup! So we did.  We also got to visit England.

Our journey presented many struggles BUT there was so much beauty, so much reawakening in me that I didn’t want to come home, not yet, even amid the troubles. The artist in me, the writer in me, the innocent dreamer in me had reawakened with such a purity.

There was a warm light that washed me from the inside out like fresh air to suffocating lungs. I was away from the noise, the stifling clatter. You know, those things that you face every day that suck the life out of your inner child, that make her, the child who hates a nap, beg for one.

These things were on the other side of the ocean and a new song had begun. I went for the soup but got so much more instead.


Standing in Trafalgar Square in England,  looking over the Cliffs of Moher, standing in the quiet of St. Stephen’s Green in Dublin, Ireland, I could hear the sleepy, adventurous, creative soul within me speak again, her voice so powerful and eager, and yet so full of hunger.

So now, away from my new places of birth, but surely born anew, I hunger still for the soup that quickened my starving artist’s soul, the taste that brightened the eyes of my creativity.

I want to know what lies deeper within me, not just as an artist but as a woman of faith. It was faith in Yeshua Jesus that ultimately took me across the ocean, faith that will take me there again, faith that keeps my hope a raging fire within me even as I sit in my home and create through the old noise that once stifled me.

I never got to taste that Potato and Leek soup, but the air of creativity was a welcome exchange. This platform, this adventure, is about exploring what this kid in me can do. Where will my creativity take me? Where will she inspire the readers and other Creatives to go?

That is what ICFTS is about, exploring creativity, indulging the wildest of imaginative dreams, satisfying the soul.

I am a Soup Seeker, a Soup Sharer. A sleeping child on the inside who has awakened to share so many dreams…be they portraits painted in words or brushes filled with oil.

I want to present content that is relevant to starving artist, striving fiction writers, and those with faith, and spirit. I want to enrich you to grow and thrive by journeying with me through this stage of creative process.

I want to accept creative challenges from the readers as well as present my own. Iron sharpens iron and fresh eyes see what tired eyes have missed. We can feed each other. This is the invitation to my journey.

Welcome to the soup bowl.


~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!

The Cliffs of Moher Ireland

The Cliffs of Moher Ireland


  1. Nice and imaginative. I went to a foreign country one time…(in the Caribbean) I remember sitting on the end of a long dock out in the middle of a clear blue glass sea. I sat there thinking about how revived I was, how I would never let life get the better of me again, how I wasn’t going to stress, how I could live with that same feeling everyday. I held on to that for a while, then it began to leave me. I got caught up in our competitive society. I tried to out do everyone. Tried to make more money, buy nicer trucks and cars, bigger t.v.’s. (the trip was about twenty-two years ago) Then one day I realized that I had lost that feeling, that I was spinning my wheels. I was caught up in a life that I didn’t want to live. So, I dropped out of the workforce. Yeah, I know….anyway, I drifted (not physically) but mentally and emotionally for a while. Then I decided that I would try to save the world from itself. Yeah, tall order. Insane? Maybe…so, I started a campaign to save the world the only way I know how, one person at a time. If you do go to my blog and on to my book or other entities I have online, first you must break out your Bible and read one line. Psalms 1-1. Anyway, I enjoyed your blog. Well done, good writing, expressive, makes me want to go to Ireland and eat soup….Have a great year…..will be back to see what you have written. LRGII

    • Greetings! I am glad that you enjoyed it AND that you were inspired to go to Ireland and eat some soup! Honestly, if you have not been to Ireland you have to go. It is amazing. I really appreciate the content in your comment by the way. It led me to your blog which I am now following (at least I think I am…still working out the navigational kinks I am experiencing with Word Press. I still have not figured out which is up or down yet.). Thanks for reading.

  2. I am relatively new to this blogging world. I started peaking around the site and your blog is one of the first I’ve come across so far. I am a fan. Looking forward to reading your posts.

    • Thank you! I am honored! Welcome to my blog. I hope that you will be able to get something out of it that will help you along. Cheers!

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