'Tis I!

On the other hand, I was walking through Rome’s Leonardo di Vinci Airport in June of 2004 and was stopped by a cordon of politzi. After a few moments, His Holiness the Dalai Lama walked down the path the police had cleared, grinning and waving.

Two years later I took a hammer to my life and smashed the whole thing apart because I had slowly realized that it had turned into someone else’s life, and I wanted my life back. And when I looked at all the fallen-down pieces, I realized that I could try to put them back together to resemble the life I had just broken. Or, I could not put them back together at all and try something new.

Ironically, something new was something old: I went back and found all that wonder and belief I had as a kid. I remembered how to relate to the world as if it were a wonderful, magical, living thing (because, of course, it is). I re-found my old imaginary friends, and made some new ones. I realized that they were not imaginary. It just takes imagination to talk to them….

I had never really forgotten, but I fully re-discovered the thing I love most: stories. Now I know why I love them: because they show us truths so clearly. Stories–indeed, all art–scream at us to WAKE UP!!! and remember who we are. (HINT: if you didn’t already know, you aren’t stuck. you are always free.)

So here I am now, believing in things most people abandon. I am determined to make a living writing and exploring story. I am on my own, but with wonderful friends (and one very special more-than-friend). I am finding my way, and am slowly learning that while the process is rocky, the goodness of people will surprise you.

Now you know how it came to be that I have an Oasis thriving in my head: the Gate to all the rest of the crazy, mundane, and eldritch contained herein!

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