meet s.l. flowers
Hi kids!
When I was young, I loved to play outside. Around and around the block, and up and down the neighbor's steep driveway I would ride my bike. I was quite proud of myself for learning how to ride my bike with no hands. Except for the day I went around a tight curve and wiped out in the gravel. Oh boy did that hurt.
My best friend was a cat named Susie and I had two younger brothers who I loved very much, even when they were teasing me.
The grass grew so fast and so high in our backyard I could sit under the slide and make it my secret hiding place. From there I would create different worlds and possibilities – and try to hide from my brothers.
Inside, I wrote my stories and made pictures. My first book at six years old was a story about a cherry tree with three cherries. I drew the tree but made the cherries out of Play-Dough that I dried in my Easy Bake Oven. My rabbit had a cotton ball for a tail and my bear had arms that extended off the page holding a pot of honey made from construction paper.
When I was young, I loved to play outside. Around and around the block, and up and down the neighbor's steep driveway I would ride my bike. I was quite proud of myself for learning how to ride my bike with no hands. Except for the day I went around a tight curve and wiped out in the gravel. Oh boy did that hurt.
My best friend was a cat named Susie and I had two younger brothers who I loved very much, even when they were teasing me.
The grass grew so fast and so high in our backyard I could sit under the slide and make it my secret hiding place. From there I would create different worlds and possibilities – and try to hide from my brothers.
Inside, I wrote my stories and made pictures. My first book at six years old was a story about a cherry tree with three cherries. I drew the tree but made the cherries out of Play-Dough that I dried in my Easy Bake Oven. My rabbit had a cotton ball for a tail and my bear had arms that extended off the page holding a pot of honey made from construction paper.
I loved to read. “Slow down,” my Aunt Mary would say. “You read too fast. You need to slow down and enjoy the words.” She was right, of course, but I was in such a hurry to find out what happened.
To this day, I still love reading and being creative with words, food, and paints.
How about you? What do you like to do when you are not in school?
Hello Grown-Ups, welcome to my website and corner of the world!
Born and raised in the Midwest, I loved playing outside in sunshine and snow, baking, singing, reading, and, of course, teasing my younger brothers. I learned to play the piano, flute and French horn but really always wanted to play the drums. My happiest moments were creating stories or connecting with Nature, often by climbing trees and blowing in the wind as the trees swayed. When I was 16 years old, I travelled throughout Europe with my mother and grandmother for two months. My favorite city was Vienna because the orchestra playing the Blue Danube could be heard throughout the park as dusk turned to night. The only problem was that I was with my mother, and not my teenage crush. After graduating from the Honors Program in Psychology at the University of Illinois, I moved to the Colorado Rockies and worked at a ski resort for five years, the first year blissful as a ticket checker for the lift department. This was a glorious experience for the girl who always wanted to live in the mountains, big forests and untouched spaces. In my mind's eye, the brilliant white snow swirling off of Jaque Peak against a perfect cerulean sky is still breathtaking In my late twenties and early thirties, I continued my interest in the healing arts by studying acupuncture and Polarity Therapy in the Boston area and then earning 720 hours in Massage Therapy in Santa Fe, NM. During this time period, I also worked for, lived with, and studied the Medicine Wheel and Wisdom Wheel teachings under Grandmother Twylah Nitsch of the Seneca tribe. |