Christal

<p> Life can be a dream that reaches out to the ends of the earth. It is like a never ending ocean, a wave that travels across all time. A wave that is full of turmoil ready to explode on distant shore in distant lands.<br /> <br /> Time stands still for a...

<p> It was a dark night and the ship was rocking furiously as the waves crashed against it. The crew was frantically running about. They were trying to hold on &amp; control the sails to keep them from being torn away.<br /> <br /> The only light they had came from the moon...

<p> It was a clear crisp night. The stars were so bright I felt as if I could reach my hand out to touch them. As I reached for the stars I felt as if they began to envelope me with their light. It was like they came down from the...

<p> The Fair Maiden<br /> <br /> She had a dream... Of a white chariot.... a tall tower with a fair maiden peering from the window. Hair that flows like ringlets of spun gold down from her head draping beautifully as it falls out of the window &amp; down the tower wall where...

<p> Who is Christal? Well, I grew up in Los Angeles, CA. My life had been fairly simple. My parents loved to garden so we always had a large backyard garden, honey bee hives, fruit trees, goats, chickens, rabbits, dogs &amp; cats. It was by no means a farm, In fact,...