And telling a story, I suppose, is like winding a skein of spun yarn- you sometimes lose track of the beginning..

A pine needle fell in the forest. The hawk saw it. The deer heard it. The white bear smelled it.

It is odd, the twists that life will sometimes take. The ewe that you think will give birth with ease dies bringing forth a two-headed lamb. Or the s….

That's the trouble with loving a wild thing: You're always left watching the door..

East of the sun and west of the moon.' As unfathomable as the words were, I realized I must figure them out, reason it through. For I would go to thi….

It was the difference between walking with a stranger and walking with your heartmate. It was the difference between working for duty and working for….

The joy I feel is immense; it burns inside me as though I have swallowed a piece of the sun..

East of the sun and west of the moon..