This is my normal. I am used to feeling all my desires, referring to all my experiences, expanding my perspectives, and carrying around an entire ARMADA, all of the time. Most people would let this overwhelm them, as I have many times in the past. But my favorite thing about the past is the lessons…
Crowded
The Symphony Inside
The number of musicians needed to coordinate their movements, to play the same thing, at the same time is an amazing feat. It is their desire to do so that makes it possible. Watching, listening, and mirroring each other in tempo, mood, and the string instrument synchronies bowing are a tiny example of the perfection…
It Has Begun
The seasons change and we are reminded of the passing time. It makes me wonder how far behind I would let myself get if there were no such natural deadlines. Here in Michigan there is no doubt of the colder weather coming and the end to certain outdoor activities, and chores. Dazzled with the colors…
Armada
Her name is Armada. She is the amazing woman keeping the whispers from becoming shouting, and screaming. Hosting all the experiences and responsibilities inside her, she is a walking community, trying not to go to war when bumped into, and outputting more than what her resources can maintain. Whispers is her story.
Leading Role, or Cameo
The concept of talking to yourself is a well understood idea. However, what have we really seen people do with it, other than have a cameo moment with themselves every so often. There seems to be a line that, once crossed, confirms some level of mental imbalance. But what if we could achieve mental balance…
The Creative Superhero
I am a superhero. I have the ability to create and destroy. I can see things before they exist, hold destiny in my hands and can time travel. You are skeptical, I already know, but I am telling you the truth. I am a writer, a creator, a dreamer with the ability to turn a…
Grow in the Mist
I feel like a spring leaf, waiting for the sun to find me. I am here because of a dream, a feeling I can’t shake when I am awake, and so I try and find it again through daydreams. It is a vicious circle, but it makes for some interesting stories. Follow along and see…
Follow the Moon
The leafy branch beside Amara’s hammock starts to glow. She knows it will be time to go soon, as the sundial beam of light peeking through the overhead canopy is her summer marker of passing time. Closing her eyes to preserve the last few minutes of her memories, she touches the medallion at her throat…