Forge
What can I write about today other than to say keep forging…keep writing…allowing the tendrils of ideas to weave and wend their way through the Gardens Of Your Imagination, until they find the perfect spot…
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What can I write about today other than to say keep forging…keep writing…allowing the tendrils of ideas to weave and wend their way through the Gardens Of Your Imagination, until they find the perfect spot…
In our Gardens, some seasons come and pass with ease and grace. We are touched and blessed…becoming beneficiaries to the fruit of our long labour. Some seasons are less gentle. In their midst, we come…
Summer. When the sun sends its rays in full force… when the earth is exploding in all manner of greenery and blossomed finery… when fruit after succulent fruit bows forth; waiting to be tasted… waiting…
As heat envelops the land, and the distant thunder heralds the arrival of life-giving waters…we find ourselves entering summer. Engorged on the gentle breezes of spring, whose warmth melted cold snows and provided parched pastures…
As the snow melts, and the cold begins to recede, what new life sprouts in the Garden Of Your Imagination? What traces of new tales lie resting, waiting for their moment in the sun? The…
Many years prior, a seed began to dream. And in this dream, it felt itself begin to shift and transform. It felt something collapse, it felt something stretch out and reach. It noted the new…
In the Gardens Of My Imagination, I give thanks. I give thanks to all the wonderful stories that make themselves known to me…that speak to me, that sing to me, that beg of me to…
Halloween. That special time of year where the veil between worlds is thin and porous. That special night where all those from beyond may choose—for a time—to dwell once more among the world and the…
As we enter Autumn, we come to the beginning of the growing season’s end. As the nights grow longer, and the days grow shorter, we are reminded of the things which remain unseen. We are…
In the gardens of your imagination, scatter seeds. Scatter seeds, and let them be nourished by the waters of your inspiration. Let them be fed by the light of your love. Let them blossom boldly;…