so, there you are.
in the woods.
you've left the village and you've stepped into the woods on your quest, and suddenly, you realize that's where you are. lost. In the woods.
metaphorically speaking. mythically speaking.
sometimes, being quiet feels like a failure. Like there was supposed to be something fantastic here, something inspiring and deep and big. But I'm empty and dry, or too busy living the stories to write them...
sometimes, it's best to be quiet in the woods. the animals approach more readily. the sky is not so visible. it's good to just be quiet and trust that you are on the path.
I'm working on a new project that is my first big stretch in a while. it's big. it's requiring me to be deliberate and on task and present in ways I've never been. scary and good.
there will be an ecourse later this fall. there's room for you to try story/reading and for me to come tell stories for you and yours.
it's all happening. and so it's quiet, because the quiet is helping me stay on the path, like turning down the noise in the car on a rain-drenched night.
Hi. That's me. I write, sometimes, about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.