Her room was filled with the things from childhood. The little girly things a teenager holds onto as she transitions into becoming a young woman.
This seems to be the style for those who want to look like a wild man of the wood but not actually be one.
There are so many in the world, like yourself, that would enjoy a little laughter or perhaps find some comfort and insight.
The fading sun softly outlined her form with a delicate glow. A solitary tear emerged in the corner of her eye.
Anger is like a hot coal that you throw at the object of your anger. You may or may not hit the object, but you will always get burned.
It is all she has ever wanted and now in this moment she has the opportunity to prove herself.
You simply cannot fully experience the Yamuna River flowing lazily past the Taj Mahal at sunset unless you are standing upon the white marble yourself.
Perhaps the Tuatha de Danann with their god-like powers once roamed these hills and maybe still do.
As his armies feasted on the horror that is war, conquering all that would stand in his way, he began to hear a faint and distant cry within...
... these are the same days in which the stories of the night sky have become lost and untold.
A communication happens between body, mind and movement that is electrifying, it is intense, and sensual.
She kept glancing my way and turned her head when she saw I had noticed her stealing a look.
I’m healthy, still mostly lucid and feel that I have something yet to do.
As kids my brother and I loved Tolkien, from the Hobbit through Lord of the Rings, the original books that is. The beauty and magic of the world Tolkien created and the amazing characters he introduced us to along the way stirred a sense of adventure and wonder within me, lighting a fire not easily … Continue reading The Journey Begins