From the Desk of the Spiritual Vixen

Welcome to my blog. I am a writer. Which is funny because that statement comes with the same baggage that I felt when I admitted I was an alcoholic. This gentle admission feels risky. Why? Because I am a terrible speller, a reluctant rules follower and byslexic (dyslexic to you normies). 

Never-the-less, it is what I am. I am also a cockeyed poet and philosopher. I crave a deeper conversation, I melt for rhythms and riddles and romancing ideas. I like to peek beneath the hood. I celebrate Pandora and all the curious cats who what to pull things out of boxes. These things are not so much badges of honor but character defects. Still I accept them as I have accepted my alcoholism, and I hand them to my Higher Power to be used for a higher good. 

I invite you to read my “mad rambles” AND add your own. PLEASE! Tell me your stories. Write me back. Leave your mark. Be my pen pal. I think that would be cool so I hope you join me in the conversation and contemplations of all that is wild and wonderful. 

Write On!



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