“Day 42. After paddling all day I spotted several caribou crossing the river. They take no notice of me, then upon reaching the other shore, they disappear into thick vegetation. By late evening I hear loud barking and spot several Huskies peering at me from the...
Congratulations! You’ve made it to the next part of The Spirit Journey. Whew! Now we enter “the heart” of our stor In writing A Portal to the Spirit World, my intention has been to stay true to my real life adventures. Sometimes these memories have been disturbing,...
Padma and I are sitting on a small bench by the pond, overlooking our bushland property in Yandoit. It is evening, and the light is magical! The setting sun’s golden rays sweep across grey greens of eucalyptus trees. We sit in silence, listening to songbirds,...
The young boy pays no attention to the screeching seagulls overhead, while he digs for gold on the Baltic shoreline. Jack London’s stories of prospectors are what is on his mind. The boy is certain that at any moment, gold dust will appear on his shovel.... 