Once upon a time there was a traveler journeying to a far country. One day he tripped over a green rock. “I must bring this rock with me, to remind me to never trip over another like it.”
So he put it in his knapsack. (more…)
Stories, Reflections & Music
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The Bulging Knapsack
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The Library of Unwritten Books
The traveler arrived at the edge of the desert just as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the dunes in gold and violet. He had followed rumors, whispers of a place where all the world’s unwritten stories lay waiting. He had no map—only the belief that he would know it when he saw it. (more…)
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The Wonderful Tower
In the small village of Elmbridge, nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, there lived a boy named Corwin. From the moment he could talk, it was clear he saw the world differently. While other children played games of chase or tended to their chores, Corwin would lie in the fields, gazing at the clouds, imagining them as floating castles or great beasts. (more…)
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The Feast of Ashes
Orvin sat at the head of the long, polished table, the golden candelabras casting trembling light over the spread of meats and wine, sugared fruits, and spiced bread. A hundred guests laughed and murmured around him, their plates piled high, their goblets brimming with honeyed wine. Outside the great hall, the hounds waited to be loosed, their evening feast composed of whatever the guests could not finish.
And beyond the hounds, in the dark, stood the beggars. (more…)
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The Invincible Sword
In a land cradled by rugged mountains and vast deserts, there lived a warrior named Kael. Renowned for his skill and bravery, Kael had fought in countless battles, earning him both respect and fear. Yet, despite his victories, he still wanted more. Every triumph felt hollow, every celebration fleeting. It was as though he were chasing something that was always three steps ahead of him.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast the world in fiery hues, a traveling bard arrived in Kael’s village. The bard spoke of a legendary sword—the Blade of Varyon—hidden deep within the Whispering Canyons. The sword was said to grant its wielder unmatched power and victory in every battle. Intrigued, Kael approached the bard after the tale. (more…)
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Casting Nets
The river wound like a silver ribbon through the valley, its waters dark and swift. Along its rocky banks, an aging fisherman named Edran sat mending his nets. Once, he had been the finest fisherman in the village. Now, he rarely cast his nets at all. (more…)
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The Beacon on the Hill
High in the windswept hills of Wrenwood, there stood a lighthouse that was unlike any other. It had no sea to guard, no ships to guide, and yet its light burned every night without fail. The people of the nearby village called it the Beacon on the Hill. Travelers passing through the hills often told of how its steady glow gave them courage to carry on through the storm-laden paths.
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The Enigma of Ori
Deep in the heart of GrailHeart Forest, where ancient trees formed a cathedral of green, lay a spring unlike any other. Ori, they called it—which means “Singing Spring” in their ancient tongue. Its waters shimmered with an ethereal clarity, and from its depths rose a song that seemed alive, shifting with the emotions of those who came near. For some, Ori’s melody brought peace, as though it could hear their burdens and soothe them. For others, the song stirred unease, forcing them to confront fears they’d long ignored. And for a rare few, it offered guidance, weaving visions of truths yet unseen. (more…)
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The Last Dream
Author’s note: I’m writing this story for my 90-year-old mother. Her descent into dementia is quickening. She understands what’s happening to her, and of course it terrifies her. This story is my attempt to share with her a way to embrace the inevitability of her Path with a little more hope and a little less fear. (more…)
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The Waterfall of Eternity
Once upon a time there was a village next to an enormous waterfall of unimaginable beauty and power. It roared ceaselessly, sending mists into the air that nourished the forests and painted rainbows across the sky. The villagers who lived nearby spoke of its magnificence with pride, for they believed it was a gift from the Divine, a constant reminder of the Ineffable One’s magnificent presence. (more…)