I’m talking about the show/book release/reading for Ordinary Sparkling Moments by Christine Mason Miller which I had the exquisite honor of attending at Peach Tree Pottery this Sunday. An extraordinary adventure, each page of Ordinary Sparkling Moments is a piece of art—collage or photography or both—combined with delectable morsels of insight on what is gained, found, explored, and discovered when you are open to gaining, finding, exploring, and discovering the smallest of gems in every day.

I have been in love with Christine’s art since I first saw it at Peach Tree Studio while taking pottery classes from the studio’s owner and ceramic artist, Linda Mechanic. Her “Girls” series sucked me in, her “Winged” series made me a follower, and now Ordinary Sparkling Moments—from the book to the pottery to the jewelry to the art—has made me a believer.

A believer in me.

I was thrilled and moved to tears for Christine, so proud of her creative risks and creative accomplishments. I floated through the studio, falling under the spell of every piece and every message. I met her friends, Denise (a.k.a BoHo Girl) and Stacy (Bella Wish), beautiful women with inviting eyes and hearts to match. I got to hug and be hugged by my friends Linda and Ann, swirling eddies of smiles, laughter, and positivity (thanks, Prince, for that word). The studio filled with people moved to excitement. Then it was overflowing, literally and figuratively. In the thick of it all, I felt high. Heady. Like I had just shared a feast at a table surrounded by friends in a room with a roaring, hot fire in the fireplace and I was on my third glass of wine. I left the studio dreamy. Happy. And affected.

Back at home, the lingering effects of the experience took a toll on me and I languidly sat in my favorite chair and let time slip by. But I was far from being passive. Ideas, desires, dreams, and hopes came flying out of the corners of my mind and crannies of my soul. An enlightening cacophony of childhood and adult wants made themselves heard. A room full of lightly tested emotions dusted themselves off and stood at attention. I never doubted myself when, two years ago, I quit my 13-year career in Corporate American to pursue my creative passions…but I’m not sure I entirely believed in myself. Until today.

With the edge of Sunday hitting the horizon, I think I’m finally coming down, albeit slowly, from the euphoria of today’s adventure. And yet, it is only just beginning.