Adventures in the art of storytelling. And my five-year goal is to write a novel and get it published. I have been looking for an agent for my historical novel,. But, after four standard rejection emails, with no requests for the whole manuscript, my search has ground to a halt. Of Soggy Socks, which w.

Searching seems natural to our nomadic way of living. Eyes cast beyond the furthest horizon - whether in front or behind. Or, no where at all. Simple words create the bread crumb trail we follow, taking us back to the centre of our being. In the end, or beginning, was there ever really a leaving in the first place? Only the compass of your heart truly knows the answer. Let it guide from the place of silent knowing. Monday, September 8, 2008. From what country do we come? As the Infinite Moment.

Une migraine me prend violemment, me faisant me recroqueviller sur moi-même un instant, de douleur.