My base station is, and pretty much always has been, Colorado. Living in one of the most beautiful places on Earth, Boulder (nestled on the edge of the foothills of the Rocky Mountains), my focus is on building bridges between what we believe life is all about and the mystery destination just beyond the veil. I am, like you, a spirit trekker -- always seeking to discover, explore, question, analyze, and heal the rift between flesh and spirit; illusion and truth. There is more to life than paying the bills, losing fat, getting (or not losing) our current source of employment, being politically correct, and forever striving to meet the external expectations of others; there is the inner spiritual journey to discover who we truly are, why we're actually here, and what we really need to know and learn in order to summit to the light.
EDUCATION: I began my adventures in higher education at the age of seventeen. Winning a Resident Honor's Scholarship (one of thirty people across the nation), I spent my Senior year of High School at the University of Southern California in Los Angeles. A year later, I opted to transfer to Humboldt State University in northern California. (Planting myself in the midst of tall trees, healthy skies, and open spaces, Humboldt was just what the doctor ordered for one dreadfully homesick for my native Colorado.) Four years later, in June of 1985, I graduated Magna Cum Laude with a double major in Journalism and Political Science.
First published at the age of 14, winning Third Prize in the Denver Post's State-wide Christmas Essay Writing Contest, I long possessed a passion for putting word to paper. At 17, at 2 o'clock in the morning (after a night shift at Wendy's) I sat down and wrote an essay for San Diego's East County Essay Writing Contest, and took First Place. At the age of 21, with my Journalism degree in hand and a passion for writing in my heart, I hurried back to Denver and obtained employment as a writer/editor for Golden Bell Press. A few years later, I became a Technical Writer for the United States Government (Bureau of Reclamation).
When my contract with the government expired in 1990, the lure of the snow-capped mountains to the west of Denver was unbearable, and I moved up to Dillon, Colorado (elev. 9,800 feet!) on faith alone. The cost of my seat-of-the-pants decision to trek to higher grounds was high. With employment scarce and writing opportunities non-existent, I rode out a storm of odd...
