Not All Who Wander Are Lost

In this dark and seedy place Where you recite words Written by giants—the literary greats...

I do not profess to be a leader A teacher, nor a prophet; I am not a god, although I embraced my inner goddess centuries ago...

It was 1995—the year I turned 18. I was carefree; searching the horizon---life was full of possibilities. I was legally an adult, though I still mostly felt like a child. It was the year I was determined to find myself and begin my life’s adventure...

Crisp, fresh air: cedar and pine The sun slowly rising over the horizon Casting shadows across the lake...

I've always had an inherent need to run free; wild mustangs. I've always had a sense of adventure; a need for it. I always felt there was so much life to be lived; explored. Oh, the sense of adventure; the yearning. I remember when I...