I am still The MoonQuest story, just as I was that March evening in Toronto 30 years ago…the story of a bard who follows his heart and lets the tales that move through him reveal the way forward as he journeys on a quest to return story, imagination and vision to the land.
Read moreYellow Brick Road! – Day 231 – 2023-09-16 / Morning
Sedona has kept me here just long enough to launch two extraordinary (and unanticipated) projects. Now, it’s time to move on. But where?
Read moreGoodbye, Yellow Brick Road – Day 179 – 2023-07-26 / Morning
“Even as I’m back where I started 179 days ago, I don’t sense that I’m here to stay. At the same time, it feels as though there was a moment during these past nineteen Sedona days when I arrived at the end of this Yellow Brick Road. I’m not sure I can identify the moment, at least not yet. Perhaps it will be unmistakably clear in retrospect. Or perhaps there wasn’t a single moment. Maybe it has been more of a passageway than a portal…”
Read moreYellow Brick Road...Plus More – Day 174 – 2023-07-21 / Afternoon
“The bigger miracle, however, showed up a few days later: One of the people who listened to my DIY recording , someone I barely knew, offered me a generous seed money donation to get The MoonQuest audiobook project started at a local recording studios. My acting as though was making it so!”
Read moreHello, Yellow Brick Road! – Day 167 – 2023-07-14 / Evening
The problem with suspending public posts about my Yellow Brick Road journey, which I did back on June 21 (Day 144), is that it’s hard to know what to say to fill in the gap, other than that I’m still here and still traveling.
Read moreHello, Yellow Brick Road! / Day 113 – 2023-05-20 / Afternoon
I’m on the right track. Is there anything more I need to know? There may be plenty more I want to know. But there’s nothing more I need to know.
Read more"Hello, Yellow Brick Road!" / Day 55 – 2023-03-23 / Morning
My mother, who died thirty-nine years ago tomorrow, would never have understood this journey I’m on, nor much of the life I have lived since her passing. She would have worried incessantly for my well-being, as mothers do, yet she would never have tried to persuade me to change course.
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