life, unadulterated
Happy New Year!
This year, may we find in ourselves the ability to look at the world with a renewed sense of wonder as if we were stepping into it for the very first time.
life, unadulterated
This year, may we find in ourselves the ability to look at the world with a renewed sense of wonder as if we were stepping into it for the very first time.
on writing
My focus will be on writing and publishing more, and also more consistently in 2022. What are your goals?
I'm already several datys into week two – considering that I wrote my outset post [https://thedreampedlar.com/a-social-media-experiment-at-the-outset/] only at the end of week one – and now I feel an urgency to capture all that transpired in the first week, because those were the hardest bits so far
Did you know that your baby boy Has come to make you new? This child that you delivered, will soon deliver you? ~ Lyrics of Mary, Did You Know?
tales for dreamers
The elves on your shelves may be watching you diligently. That doesn't mean they can be trusted to report the truth about you. Especially, not to the story-maker.
I have committed to posting a short poem every day on Instagram to build an audience for my writings and my books. These weekly updates will capture the progress I make and the challenges I face along the way.
tales for dreamers
Uh, oh! All the reindeer are on strike. How will Santa deliver his presents to you now?
tales for dreamers
A lost glove is looking for just the right hand. Say what? Yours might be the perfect fit. But you won't know until you try it on.
life, unadulterated
When trouble comes knocking on your door at 2 a.m., who will you call for help, darling?
tales for dreamers
You can always count on magic to coax anything - even erratic seasons - to do your bidding. But every magic brings with it unforeseen consequences ...
on writing
None of the things that have been swirling in my head these past several weeks seem to be able to convey that one essential thing this journey has so far been: a raw encounter with myself.
tales for dreamers
There is a dollhouse. And I'd like one of you to come and play with me. Who will it be?