Letting Life Lead
“Come be eaten. Your hue fools me not.”
“Let’s wager, Flycatcher,” Butterfly challenged. “If I make it to the yarrow you won’t catch me.”
Flycatcher puffed her crest and attacked. Butterfly could not fly straight with injured wings. She zigged, zagged, fluttered, and flittered. In the frenzy, Flycatcher didn’t see Hawk.
Moral: The winding path is always a worthy one.
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
Leave your fear of the dark at the door, suspend your disbelief and come on in...
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.
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
Pen to paper