Walking along the coast on a night as dark as black ink, a man lost his footing, slipped down a cliff face, managed to grab hold of a branch and dangled there, desperately hanging on as the branch slowly began to give way.
He shouted in the blackness
Help me, Help me, or I will fall to my death.... (more)
A short post on the power of being willing to follow the scent of your hearts desires
I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories... water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst in...(more)