In classic mythology, a phoenix is a bird that lights afire and rises from the ashes, soaring in flames. I am the Phoenix, and this is the story of my risings and fallings, my flames and the flames of my Master. Friday, October 21, 2016. Ten years ago, two teenage girls who had never met each other both looked in the mirror and thought the same things. Our sinfulness, either, but our complete lack of any worth. I call false on both. You see, the .

Being an author is like a dance. He leads, we follow. My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. So yeah- aspiring writer, in love with the Word, also words wherever they may be found. This results in a rather alarming obsession with fiction, which will spill over into this blog. Friday, March 21, 2014. Basically, READ THIS BOOK! Children of the Bard.

If you have come to help me you are wasting my time. Lila Watson, Australian Aboriginal Leader. For the two months I have been contemplating the last year and a half I spent in Goa. I have returned for now, I dare not say for good, you never know! The photos come to life in my memories and with them my heart smiles a little more each time. If you want to make sur.