No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell. – Carl Gustav Jung
Turning within to walk outward
Poetry and Short Stories by Megan Hambly
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms...”
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
(adj.) alive forever
Simply a former Mormon discovering the wonders of the universe
Political Skeptics
Caring About Our World Reflecting About Life
Running it down, one thought at a time.
Crafting my thoughts into poetry and prose.
Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints...
