Letting Life Lead
We are star stuff borne into the cosmos and led astray by compulsions. Mother–the light of a billion billion infinities–calls her children home, and we chase flame and comet, seeking the way back. For this, death’s nebulous tunnels forever beckon.
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
The place where all the things I write live
Writer and procrastinator
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
The 24 hour Writing Hotspot and Hang Out
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV