A burning desire to move west; a successful effort to fly the coop
Finally the time to move west arrived.
The first month in Montana was dreamy.
The second month was rough as I encountered and absorbed so much fear from others that as it turns out, wasn't my own.
I also was plain and simple hanging out with the wrong people.
And most of all, I was finding that the plan I thought I had for Montana wasn't the plan at all.
In an effort to find my way into my Montana journey as it was intended to be, I began this writing adventure.
My entire world changed in a matter of a month, and I could not be happier.
Montana Musings A-Z below.
X: Xenacious: the art of chosen change
W: Wholeheartedly present: when blank pages speak
V: Vulnerable Communication Jack Harlow-style
U: breathing as the Universal exchange
T: Transurfing My Way Right Into (And Out Of) Being Stuck In The Snow
S: Sheila the Subaru takes Snow like a boss
R: the Resplendent sway of family love
Q: Query as self-reflection: love over location
P: nobody wants this Puny desire
K: the nature of Karma, and the Karma of nature