And there stood a great mountain, a mountain that no man thought could be moved.
But then the mountain was uprooted, set ablaze and tossed into the sea.
And in the place of the mountain was a vast army, with banners of many colors and many people and many races together. For though they were different, they were alined the same. And though they were different, they stood together as one.
And the other mountains took notice of the army and trembled.
For they feared the day when they would also be uprooted and thrown into the sea.
For they knew that day was coming soon.
The heart she cries. She screams and aches and tears against my chest. She begs. She pleads. She violently thrashes within me. She cries out for something different. Something real. Something to touch her, ignite her, and set her free. She will not be ignored. She...
And what do we do when we are afraid to try again? When the voices and feelings of doubt start to close in around us? We stare at the canvas, the page, the screen. Staring and afraid. Afraid that we might not be able to create as we once did. Afraid that we have...
I stand here at this unfamiliar door. I started in one place and have arrived in another. Through twists and turns and decisions made, I now stand here uncertain of things I use to know. As I stare at the worn wood and the faded bronze door knocker only one question...