I live and work and dream in North Carolina where I walk by faith and occasionally wipe the dust from my shoes. At least my dreams are boundless.
My dreams stretch back to the beginning of history and forward to the horizon of the future. They stretch out to other dimensions, other universes, other earths. They stretch up to the heights of human potential, and down to the depths of human depravity. And they always tell stories.
Give me a cave, a bonfire in the night, the distant howl of a wolf under a full moon, and a listening, attentive ear, and I will tell you a story.
Other than telling stories, I continue to walk with my wife and children, family and friends, day by day, and only now and then wonder how long this road may be. Mostly, I can't wait to see what happens next.
M G Kizzia