“Wes Go!”

“I don’t really have time to say goodbye. Not many even know I’m leaving. Not many even care. And certainly no one knows where I’m truly headed because not even I know that.” “Go Quiet. Shut it all down, Love.” “‘Cept the music.” “Yes, of course.” “Ya know who visited me today in my Dreams? […]

Cadence (chapter 12, yellowstone).

“Don’t fall in love with the first cowboy you meet,” warned her Uncle, poking fun as he hugged her goodbye in the Billings Airport in Montana. She hugged him back with a hearty laugh, wrestling with her reading material – Montana, Wyoming, and Bridal magazines that her cousin had picked out for her moments before. She […]

Cadence (chapter 11, the cul de sac & the canadian border – reaching an impasse).

cul-de-sac [ kùl də sák ] “Street closed at one end: a road with no exit at one end. Impasse: a situation in which further progress is impossible.” “The name Canada comes from a Wendat (Huron-Iroquoian) word, kanata, meaning “village” or “settlement.” … She knew where she was going. She just wanted to camp under […]

Cadence (chapter 10, home).

“From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines, Going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. I inhale great draughts of space, The […]

Reaching an Impasse – The Cul de Sac and the Canadian Border.

Well, the music was turned up and the caffeine went to her head, so one thing led to another, and Lizzy found herself marooned in a cul de sac in the middle of the wilderness and in the midst of one empty cabin after another, staring at her destination across a lake. Canada.

Webs of Crimson

“You have to do this!”, her sister’s scream trailed off through the dust cloud billowing a veil between them. It was too late, her sister had been taken, snatched up before she had a chance to say goodbye. The stone cut like glass shards beneath her skin and the dust, like poison, as she gasped […]

Writers & Travelers, Alike – A Feast for Your Soul – Song of the Open Road.

Needless to say, MIND BLOWN. Well, I’ll be damned. There it is. The gears that make me tick. The words that make me bleed. The voice that makes me swoon. And, the open road that sets me free. In one short clip. I feel as though I’ve lived this before. Right down to the buffalo […]