Tag: writing

  • Echos of the Cabin

    Echoes of the Cabin The snowflakes danced like tiny specters in the gusting winter winds, swirling and twirling outside the cabin windows. Despite the storm’s fury, a small flock of birds fluttered about, undisturbed. They weaved between the trees, their feathers ruffled by the cold, yet they moved with a playful grace. They landed on…

  • An exciting part of being an independent musician

    I began playing music because of the great feeling of release allowed me when I was younger, but I have found over the years that there is so much for at play for me when it comes to why I have carried the love to writing with me for so many years into adulthood. I…