When Everything Comes Together

Do you feel drawn in different directions—to study one thing and then another? To pursue one creative interest, only to feel pulled toward something else? Perhaps you’ve wondered why you can’t focus on just one thing like “normal people” seem to do.

If so, you may be what I call a Pollinator. We go where the Spirit leads, and sometimes that can look scattered to others.

I’d like to offer you some hope—that one day, it will all come together and make sense. To do that, I’d like to share a bit of my story.

A Writing Passion that Morphed Into Song

I started writing non-fiction around 2000 and fiction novels in 2004. Since then, I’ve written a total of 34 titles—a mix of fiction, non-fiction, and a children’s book. So yes, you could say there has been some focus there. Writing has always been a thread that remains.

Another deep passion of mine has been music. It began when I was a baby, listening to my father play his harmonica, and grew through my mother’s love of music and her insistence that I take piano lessons for 12 years. Hardly a day has passed in my life without music—either listening or playing in some form.

The Healing Power of Music

After my mother passed away in 2017, during a season when I was also going through an unexpected divorce, music became something more. It became a form of healing.

I stayed with my father after she passed, and we began spending time with my second cousin, Jody Norris—a singer, songwriter, and Elvis impersonator. He took us to music jams and encouraged me to sing along as he played guitar, while my dad joined in on harmonica.

Music became my therapy.

Jody would give me country break-up songs to sing—ones that fit my limited range. He had written thousands of songs on yellow legal pads, chords scribbled above the lyrics. We met a couple of times a week to practice and attend jams, and I practiced in between.

I had never sung solo in public before. I could hold my own, but I wasn’t what I’d call performance quality. Still, during that time, I absorbed the basics of songwriting—not through formal teaching, but through observation, which has always been one of my best ways of learning.

The Music Conduit

Something else shifted after my mother passed. I moved from playing sheet music and hymn books to simply playing what came through me. I often say that my mother left the door of heaven ajar, and the music just wafts through.

I got into the habit of setting my phone on one end of the piano as I played, never knowing what might emerge in those spontaneous moments.

The first lyric came to me one morning while I was staying with a good friend in Utah. I was newly single, my divorce finalized. The melody and lyrics came in a dream—clear and almost prophetic. When I woke up, I recorded the melody on my phone and wrote down the lyrics within minutes. Two days later, I met my now-husband, David Kuhns. (I share more about that in my blog, “The Dream that Would Not Die”)

Fast forward to 2026. I now have a collection of recorded melodies and several sets of lyrics.

With the help of AI, I’ve been able to take these pieces—music and words—and turn them into full productions. Some are instrumental. Others are country or folk ballads with vocals, weaving together storytelling from my fiction background.

Let the Spirit Lead the Way

What feels miraculous is how things come together.

I might come across a melody in my collection that I love, and suddenly I’ll remember the exact lyric that fits it. I never know if it will work. I just know the timing aligns—but how it all lands is still a mystery.

That’s what happened with “The World You’ve Brought Me To.” I had a melody I was praying about, and the Spirit reminded me of the lyrics from Emerald’s Song in my novel, “Z: A Dystopian Novel.” I gave both to Suno — and just like that, something beautiful came together.

As of today, I have 27 songs on my Suno account. I’m also creating YouTube music videos to go with them.

Some are based on my Earth’s Serenade piano pieces, now transformed into cinematic orchestral versions—perfect for study or relaxation. I’ve even created jazz variations of those same songs.

I also have country/folk and Christian inspirational pieces, and now I’m creating entirely new songs with fresh music and lyrics.

Honestly, I’m a bit obsessed.

But here’s the beautiful part: when something finally clicks, it feels incredible.

You begin to see how everything in your life—your experiences, your skills, your passions—has been weaving together all along into something meaningful… something exquisite.

Whether anyone else ever hears or loves my music, I do.

It feels like the music of my soul—something that has been there for eons—finally taking form in a way I can hear and experience.

So if you find yourself somewhere along the path, flitting from one flower to another, trust the process.

God knows how to bring it all together.