Felt a bit nostalgic today after I found this photo of my sisters and me when we were really young. So decided to write a piece about those simpler times. I know things are so different now that we can't easily go back to the way I grew up, but it is always a nice … Continue reading There Once Was
The Secret Melody
I was able to spend some days up in the mountains and I fell in love with the way the woods seemed to always be alive with some kind of sound. I know, living things are always there and making noises, but sometimes living around so many people you forget how peaceful it is to … Continue reading The Secret Melody
To Write
To Write By putting ink to a page, a life has started. The words are given bodies. Thoughts are breathing at last. Sentences are aging and growing with every mark. Then the collection becomes a thing with power. A strong, beautiful Thing. We like to think the power is ours, since we gave it this … Continue reading To Write