Animals, people, trees, rocks and so much more have a history, a story to tell. A piece of driftwood at rivers edge holds the memory of a tree. A broken piece of coral on the beach speaks of the communal life beneath the water. Walls contain the energy of countless conversations. All that we experience lies within.
The stories of Falling Leaves mysteriously connect me to this inner life through imagination, which nurtures a stream of conversation with all that is. These allegories, fables, and parables sometimes serious, sometimes light hearted and sometimes whimsical came from a quiet place within me through the insistent soft whispering that will not quiet till I write.
Our self is all any of us can be and life does its work on us. We author our own story driven by all the stories we encounter that create our own dream world.