who is your hadley?

You would think that with the passage of time, not being with you or hearing from you, you would fade away, but no, you are as much with me now as you were then.
Hemingway to his Hadley.

35 days on the (yellow brick) road.

“you’re on your own.  and you know what you know.  and you are the one who’ll decide where to go.”   -dr. seuss it is the strangers you meet on the road that you end up falling madly in love with.  the likeminded drifters that become darling soul-friends.  at least that is what my literary…

30 days of april.

april has always been my favourite month.  it’s when the days get a little longer; the sun a little warmer.  the winter lion goes into hibernation; the spring lamb comes out to play.  snowflakes melt into lilac blossoms; under the cold white blanket new life begins.  a new season grows. even on the other side of the…

my (little) life sabbatical.

“life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.” -confucius what would you do if you didn’t have to work?  what favourite things would you spend time on?  what foreign land would you travel?  what stories (and ideas) would unfold?  what would happen if you were to let loose … to let go…