Beginnings, again.

Why? Why all the wandering? The restlessness? If you've ever seen an animal searching for a place to build a den, you'd know. And if you haven't had that experience, here is the first chapter of her story by way of explaining further....Once upon a time, deep into a magical forest that hovered near the ocean’s edge, there lived a Girl. This Girl would wake each day to the sound of the wind in the tall, swaying pines and the far off, mournful howl of the coyote. These noises would trigger a feeling in her heart that pulled her toward the surrounding woods or onto the salty beach. It was in those places that she was the happiest. She would use her long, strong body to follow the tracks of an animal hoping to get even a fleeting glimpse of something with a spirit wilder than hers. Or she’d stop by a stream where she would spend hours, hunkered on a rock, fascinated by the epic emergence of a stone fly from its' exoskeleton. She'd gasp in awe at the agility of a kingfisher as it zoomed by. She’d hear the blue jay screech and, knowing they were the newscasters of this special place, she'd enjoy the ripple effect of their call throughout the trees and across the shoreline. The Girl loved her woods and her rivers and her beach but most of all, she simply loved being outdoors and free. Away from regular humans with their rules and materialism and judgement. Away from the general lack of appreciation for all the magic that is in this world every day. So off she goes. Again. With all her senses on alert for magic!Read more