After only 1 month here, I realize I've entered a speeded up
worm hole place of transformation, spirit, and politics where the deer wander freely and the humans go at warp speed at the foot of the 14ers--enormous 14,000 foot peaks whose granite silence is reflected everywhere.

I work as a free lance writer and am trying to get back on a schedule doing my own writing. Ah, that the two could mesh and I could earn my living by my readings and creative writing.