What are you searching for?  Where are you looking?  Who is helping you? Where do you share what you find?
Letters to the Universe, I’d like to introduce you to The World.  Letters, the world is amazing, full of beauty, knowledge and spirit, but also frequently misunderstood.  World, Letters to the Universe is a baby, fresh, honest, bright, curious, and with a new and positive perspective; and yet also perceptive, and wise beyond many lifetimes of experience.  I’m sure you’ll get on just beautifully, and create many amazing things together.
In a …

BAM!  I woke up to an explosion near my feet, and the delicate sound of flying ice.  I was too cold to figure out what had burst.  It was long past saving now; I’d look in the morning.
My Redbull can!  It had lived through -25F in Crested Butte a month before, so whatever I was experiencing now was colder than that.  I scraped the ice off the inside of my windshield and peered out at the day.  The sun was shining and the wind had stopped.  Ahhh.
Everything had frozen: my …

The last sliver of moon disappeared as I lay on the blanket watching the stars grow bright and the mountains grow dim. We lit candles and stoked the fire, welcoming the darkness. Friends whirled to the soul-caressing music while others gathered around the huge fire and the reassuring pillar of stone.
We were in the mountains above Boulder celebrating the winter solstice and a full lunar eclipse. It was a secret time after darkness ended, but before the lightness began to return, we gathered, shared, and played. Here is a great …

Flames engulfed my sister’s house as my mom stood in the street and watched.  A propane tank exploded in their motor home, and a fire truck raced up the street.  Ten other housed burned, and in a few minutes a happy neighborhood became an explosion-ridden firestorm soon-to-be-wasteland… 
The supports for the temple fell to the right, toppling each other one after another like a row of dominoes.  As each fell a heatwave and mini fireball was released.  We watched, some full of tears, some full of smiles, as dreams, fears, hopes, …

 I find that writing goes in waves for me, and often during a writing lull there is an activity peak.  The last month (few months actually) have been fertile with self discoveries, inner journeys, and physical adventures. 
I’ve landed from my Burningman peak, and integrated quite a few new perspectives into my growing adventure of a life. 
A couple new blogs have formed, one with a couple good friends, one on my own.  Both are stream-of-consciousness writing, unedited thoughts on moments in life, the universe, and exploding the structure.
(And yes, they are …