Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
"Essentially, I viewed life from the opposite direction as everyone else. My future was their past and their past my future, so while others perceived events in light of what had happened, I perceived them in light of what would happen." Have you ever felt some sort of spiritual force pulling you in a different... Continue Reading →
"I was dead. That in itself didn't concern me much. I'd never been afraid of death. Of dying, yes; of a painful end, or a premature one - important things left undone - definitely. But the thought of actually being dead held no particular terror for me. I remembered the moment of my birth, and... Continue Reading →
"As I read it I experienced what was becoming a familiar sensation: the world was rearranging itself around me while I processed words from a liquid-crystal display. So much of the most important personal news I'd received in the last several years had come to me by smartphone while I was abroad in the city... Continue Reading →
“It’s fragile what we know. It’s gone every time we forget. Then someone has to learn it all over again.” In a not so faraway land a long, long time ago their lived a disinclined shaman's apprentice named Loon. He is about to embark on a coming of age journey succinctly stated by the author,... Continue Reading →
“Some folks locked the doors of their hearts when they lost someone. Others kept the doors and the windows open, letting memory and love pass through freely. And maybe that was the way it was supposed to be, Harold thought.” It is easy to grasp the idea that the premise of the novel has a... Continue Reading →
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