Literature is wide and different, it's quirky and beautiful, scary and romantic and it's waiting for each and every one of you. All you need to do is try.
Don't figure out what you want to be or what you want to do. Start smaller. Start with the simple things.
So why should you care? Because growth is for everyone, it finds us all.
Home is where the heart is. I've been wandering around these passages since I've been back, remembering everything that used to be. I remember skirting a bit to the side for a dog that used to sleep in that spot. He was big back then, it was a habit I guess, he slept a lot.… Continue reading House and Home ~ The Nomad Edition
Recently I was sent a message calling into question the reception of my blog and the writing I do in general. The gist of the message was basically no one reads what I write and I think, as anyone can tell you when someone calls into question the worth of their work, that its a… Continue reading Writing for writings sake
“Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ― C.S. Lewis I've read a large amount of C.S. Lewis. I've sat in on lectures and discussed, debated and thought about the kinds of things he thought about: Life, children and everything in between. And I think now after having been an… Continue reading The Learning, the Teaching and the Stallion Motorcycle.
First blog or diary for myself, I think. Never done it before, can write anything! ANYTHING, and yet I find myself, rather hmm, pensive. Ahh well, I suppose its being excited to express my own thoughts for once without being critiqued. So begins a journey, where it will end up? Who will read it? who knows?… Continue reading The beginning of the journey