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EXERCEPT FROM: Whisper of Dandelion Dust: Thirteen Years of Mental Illness and My Journey to Recovery

Here’s what it’s like to have a panic attack: your throat becomes dry, you feel as if something is physically attempting to rip itself from your limbs, bile rises in your chest, your hands wring at the feeling of no control and you claw at your face, hair, neck. 570 more words


The Rose

"The Dark Tower" © Michael Whelan, 2004

Consider the rose. Not the one that by any other name would still smell as sweet, I want you to consider the floating rose with its falling petals, suspended by some ancient magic beneath the bell jar. 1,698 more words


Uncharted Waters, But Not Lost.

My favorite books are always the ones that tell the story of how it came to pass that we became who we are now. Regardless of the ending, I love a path that unfolds in unexpected ways with unlikely heroes. 803 more words


Days 50-55

The Sanctuary of Cura de Randa is our final stop before the long flight back to North America and home.

I’m singing Tom Petty lyrics…’I’ve got a room at the top of the world tonight…’. 1,435 more words


Days 45-49

Some places feel special. Maybe it’s the name…Arta. I say it often while we’re here: Arta. It’s just a small town but it’s a particular kind of small town. 883 more words


Best and Worst: Balance the Serious.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, … it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way…” 423 more words


Days 41-44

That’s the sunrise I caught when I could sleep no longer. Misty. One among us wanted a five star for the end of the trip so here we are at Son Brull, luxury hotel and spa just outside of Pollenca. 571 more words