Personal observations as I look at life leaving bread crumbs to provoke, prod and ask myself and others "what if?" and "what could be?" and "what is our calling?"
Though beautiful, stoic, strong and rooted as she is, Nature's reminder to peel back the bark and look beyond. Sometimes fragile eyes are the best way to see.
I have begun a path, though I know not where, to a journey’s end that is calling. Along the way I pause to absorb the metaphors and images of this life, which are so precious. Here you shall find me brave, you shall find me pondering, you shall find me searching, and you shall find me collecting the images and metaphors like shells upon the beach. I am very much like the little monkey wearing a dapper hat, playing the cymbals and drum and dancing a jig. I do not have it all figured out, I may be learning to write, but one thing I do know and that is how to collect the shells on the beach of my beloved Gulf Shores. I offer these shells to you.