My first book - Dance of Stones: A Shamanic Road Trip - is due off the presses any day now and it feels like a good time to climb out of the little pond I've been swimming in and begin to explore some distant shores.
Mind you - this is taking the place of my initial gardening plans for today, which got rained out. In the future, it might well happen that this blog will be interrupted by sunny skys. Worse things could happen.
I hope to allow this to grow in an organic and haphazard way - much like my garden - focusing on whatever happens to be on my mind when I sit down in front of the computer.
It was interesting receiving my advance copies of the book this week. I hadn't realized that I half expected the clouds to part and trumpets to sound as I pulled off the heat shrink wrappers - but I was somewhat disappointed to find that it didn't happen. The skys remained calm and, after ten long years of work, the book is done and in my hands, looking much like. . . a book. I had to smile, thinking that there is still a chance that when the truck shows up with the boxes of the rest of the books, there might be a bit more celestial response. I'll be sure to let you know.