Seeking Faith

I am about to embark on a journey of faith; not only of my own, but to seek the nature of faith: what it is, how it behaves, and how it makes people behave. Hopefully I will come out on the other end as myself, if not a better form of myself.

Time Part III.
Digitally Manipulated Photograph.
July 2014.
This image accompanies a three-part short story serial.

Time – Part III, a Short Story

        The above is the third and final installment of a serial entitled Time. See Part I, and Part II. As previously said, this serial was birthed out of inspiration from the Writing 101 program from The Daily Post.  With each serial, I wanted to approach the story with a different technique in mind… Part…

Time Part I.
Photo Credit : Instagram @bungus86.
September 2014.
This image accompanies a three-part short story serial.

TIME – Part I, A Short Story

It has been a long time… The tall grass, and the whistle of the wind across the dunes. The seagulls swooping at far-off schools, while the sun glistens in blinding flashes off of the swaying ocean tide. The smell of the salty air and the reek of the mucky marsh nearby intermingle in nasal passageways. It…

Husky Puppy

Thank you, Muse!

I am addicted to my WordPress reader. It is true: whenever I open a fresh browser with the best intention of constructing a post, I am sucked into my reader and I disappear. Enough time passes for me to totally forget why I popped onto the inter-web to begin with. It is not a bad…

Cricket on a Sunflower; bug on a flower.

The Small Things…

It has been a busy couple of weeks… I’m taking on projects like a leaky skiff in high seas — but the ride is too much fun to turn back to shore. I keep telling myself that I have to learn how to say ‘NO’ when it comes to payment-free projects, but I can’t help but get swept away by…

Shed Mountain Ale in a Hand-made Knitted Cozy.

My Labor of Love: Handmade Cozies.

*November 22 UPDATE: In the time since I created this post, I have opened my own ETSY store, and you can find these cozy cozies on my digital shelf. Visit WildConceptions for purchasing information. When I wrote this post, I had links to purchase through Paypal. I considered editing this post or re-writing it, but…

View of Lake Champlain at Dusk.

The Here and Now.

As I construct this post, the déjà vu does not surprise me. I’ve been here before, which is either a bad omen or a promising turning point. Despite the possible bad omen, I know this is a turning point: I’ve made momentous changes in my life since my last post, and I am pretty darn…

Poetry, Prose, Collaborative writing by strangers.

Prose By 8 Strangers.

  I don’t remember the last time I went skinny-dipping. I don’t remember the last time I ate a pickle. I definitely remember the last time I was touched. I absolutely remember the last time I died. You were there, holding my hand, promising me anything, everything — a bike ride on your handlebars on that endless August day, your…

$5 thrift find, a trusty and hefty sewing machine from the 70's, 80's, or 90's.

The Beast and Me.

It has been quite a while since my last post — I’ve never been one to take the time to talk about myself, so it has been hard to get into the swing of it. I’m more of a ‘constant-inner-monologue’ kind of person… This post is mainly just an experiment: I’ve downloaded the WordPress app…

Illustrations of Nothing (Close-up, found poem)
Found newspaper text, tracing paper, brown paper bag scraps, yarn, paint, glue
October, 2013.

Illustrations of Nothing.

A blank page is a multitude of things. It is a fresh start. It is a daunting, empty vessel with no direction. It is an opportunity ready to be seized. It is an illusion of an unknown result. It is a story waiting to be written.

SImple Scarf.
Hand-Me-Down Yarn from Grandma. (Thank you!)

My Simple, Year-Long Scarf Project.

My inspiration comes in waves: I’ll be psyched to start a fabric project, half-way through I’ll decide a knitted something would match perfectly, then I’ll drop everything to paint my fingernails a dark color. These waves of inspiration can get frustrating, especially when a simple project can take months, or even years. To get an…

Fall Bloom.
October, 2013.

Fall Bloom.

Autumn has always been the season that makes me feel most alive. Maybe it is the foliage, the cool winds, or maybe because I am a Halloween-eve child; whatever it is, it makes me introspective and prompts me to live a bit more passionately. Despite my appreciation, I do not recall ever noticing autumn flowers…

Green Screen.
Newspaper scraps and Mod Podge on a stretched canvas.
July / August 2013.

Green Screen.

This was probably my most introspective and contemplative project so far, in my entire lifetime. I began ripping up newsprint. In reading fragments and phrases, incomplete thoughts and statements began to blend together. I started at the upper left and headed to the right, following the natural instinct of one trying to read. I turned…