I am passionate about writing, wandering, and wild places. I enjoy the company of birds, coyotes, and cacti. I love laughing, observing, and telling stories. I am committed to living on less (money, stuff, clutter).
I have always been drawn to the spirit of the land, the latent voice that tells its story in stones, moving water, leaves, earth, other animals… I have been a student of what some may call insignificant.
I have come to the conclusion that living fully is not for those afraid of looking closely at death. I am drawn to the murk, the musty cellar, bones, and root. They are my muses.
This journal is a place for me to explore the world surrounding and supporting this fragile body of mine. These are the stories I unearth along the way.