by Byron Ballard | Aug 1, 2017
Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve; Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Refrain: Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the...
by Byron Ballard | Jun 12, 2017
o dear… So…today I had brunch with my friends Mia and John, and my work-wife, Star. Mia asked me if I had posted where I’ll be appearing for the rest of the year and I looked at her blankly. Recovering what passes for my composure these days,...
by Byron Ballard | Jun 8, 2017
into the woods Yesterday, early in the morning, before the sun was rising, I had an odd feeling that I couldn’t quite peg. I went to Facebook with one of my all-purpose advice balls and got an overwhelming response from my contacts there. Since many...
by Byron Ballard | May 12, 2017
The books have arrived. I have three boxes of “Embracing Willendorf” that constitute the pre-publication sales (thanks to all who did that–it’s really helpful). I have a bunch of labels and a couple of good pens and will spend the afternoon...
by Byron Ballard | Feb 7, 2017
But what tools do we really need to do the simple and required magics? Only this my heart and these my two hands. I stand with the Queens as my allies, here in the Realms beyond the Veil. I’ve gone poetical tonight. You may blame my name or the fact that...
by Byron Ballard | Jan 25, 2017
Stop. Ground. Listen. Sense. We are being bombarded by histrionic information. This is not an accident. It is by design. Ground. Then shields up. Strong. Sense. Think. What is really going on? Quiet your soul. Breathe. What is actually occurring? When you have an idea...
