In 1996, a year before my son Gianni was born, I felt inspired to write a story about a little girl and her adventures with the Faeries and Elementals of our world.

It took me another ten years to sit down and begin writing that story from this little seed of an idea. What followed was an adventure of a lifetime.

One evening, while at a vulnerable moment in my life, I felt as if I was being pushed, nearly physically, to sit down and begin writing that little story that I had ten years earlier.

But, I was broke, without a home of our own, unemployed, and in the middle of applying for a job online. So, I finished applying for the job online, and then opened my laptop. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The words began to formulate and flowed from my mind to the computer keys and onto the page. What followed was an experience unlike I’d ever experienced before.

I wrote half a page and then went downstairs to help make dinner for the family we were staying with. Gianni ran upstairs for something, and apparently read what I’d just written on my open laptop. He came back down and told me that he liked the book I was writing! I was taken aback, as I didn’t even know that I was writing a book yet.

I got that job I’d applied for, and not long after, had enough money to rent a small apartment above someone’s garage. Every night, after dinner and getting Gianni to bed, I’d open my laptop, close my eyes, take a deep breath and begin writing. No outline or story formed ahead of time, just a nightly flow of words formulating from my imagination and onto the page.

Most nights, I sat down and didn’t recall where the story had left off from the night before. It was as if I was writing something that I was remembering, one page at a time.

It was a magical time of remembering who I truly was, why I was here now and what I was to do next. This was what I’d come here to do. This was my true purpose in life, and my beautiful son Gianni, had come to inspire me to do this.

We don’t always know why people come into our lives until down the road. However, in the months before Gianni was born, I could feel his beautiful Soul reaching out to me to inspire and create something special together.

Knowing that there is one person, more than any other, to walk along side me, to remind me to be playful and creative, to inspire me to keep going in moments when I am tired and worn out, more than anything or anyone else I’ve ever known, my beautiful, brilliant, filled with endless love and compassionate son, Gianni, inspires me to be my best and to keep going.

My wish is that anyone who needs to feel inspired about life again, as maybe you too feel worn out some days, or you have had your heart broken one too many times, find a precious child to share your life with, to play with and to feel inspired about life again. As they are our precious gifts in life that should be treasured, nurtured and loved as much as we possibly can.

That is why I’m here, with Gianni along side of me. To reconnect to my own inner child and remember that life is a gift and something we all need to treasure more.

Whether you have children of your own or not, find a child to treasure and nurture and love. There is some little girl or boy who needs you as much as you need them in your life.

It takes a village, and the time has come where we need to gather together as a village again, to treasure and raise brilliant, creative, loving little humans again.

And, who could ask for a better backdrop, canvas and playground, than our beautiful and precious Mother Earth?

My sincere wish is that you find reading the Isabella’s Earth books as inspiring as I have in writing them.

It’s time.