Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • The paths of the unbreakable dreams bring us to the actions we came back for.
    To be reminded of the worlds we chose.
    Our journey's , our families, friends , choices and of course.... Love.

    I know you don't remember.
    neither do I.

    That is why we Search!

    There have been to many trusts forgotten, too many definitions of innocence in the matters of staying or going. In the Waves which we know fully, through out time with giving care.
    And there is a key,
    A sense beyond luck, the boundries of mist or the descriptions that make up the world that rests in our hearts and eyes.

    I don't know about you, but for me the reminders come as notes from a piano, when I am at the border of Horizon.
    Sometimes its violins, but not too often
    Once in awhile, when I step into the woods or feel the ocean beneath my feet, or breathe the edges of touch, it is The Wakefullness that we all have, sometimes, is there, to save ourselves.

    WE are just asleep in the sleep of mind full -ness.
    and every once in awhile there is a chance to to claim the marraige we agreed too.

    Yes, I went out there this morning and stood in the woods and let the rain and shadow bring me back to my senses.
    It happens throughout connective voices running in each of us. The grounded flight of energy that passes between everything.

    Thankyou for the reminders
    ..its a true gift.


    As I stood in the woods, and first shots brought me out of personal reverie, a four point buck, circled me, stopping to browse. I hadn't moved and was dressed in grey, to his rustiness.
    He headed south, pointing the way, dissolving what was left of the Sepia.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.