Ben writes primarily YA Urban Fantasy. When he's not writing, he's painting his crystal grids. He's lived the life of a traveler, bouncing from place to place, and in his thirty-six years, he's never stayed in one spot longer than three. It's not entirely his fault... his parents didn't know how to stay still and it rubbed off. But it made for some great adventures, and, even though he's finally settling down, his heart still yearns to return to van-life.
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Ben writes primarily YA Urban Fantasy. When he's not writing, he's painting his crystal grids. He's lived the life of a traveler, bouncing from place to place, and in his thirty-six years, he's never stayed in one spot longer than three. It's not entirely his fault... his parents didn't know how to stay still and it rubbed off. But it made for some great adventures, and, even though he's finally settling down, his heart still yearns to return to van-life.
My grandmother’s house was my sanctuary. Every visit, she taught me something new – from the mysteries of the tarot, to crystal magic, to the spirit world. But I was focused on the stones. Amethyst, Quartz, Tourmaline, Labradorite… I would spend the day arranging them in patterns, sharing stories that I’d learned from the energies in the stones. The only thing that could pull me away was an art project–and lucky for me, my grandmother was an artist. She gave me space to paint and she taught me the beauty of sacred geometry. I wish she could have seen the result.
My grandmother’s house was my sanctuary. Every visit, she taught me something new – from the mysteries of the tarot, to crystal magic, to the spirit world. But I was focused on the stones. Amethyst, Quartz, Tourmaline, Labradorite… I would spend the day arranging them in patterns, sharing stories that I’d learned from the energies in the stones. The only thing that could pull me away was an art project–and lucky for me, my grandmother was an artist. She gave me space to paint and she taught me the beauty of sacred geometry. I wish she could have seen the result.
My grandmother’s house was my sanctuary. Every visit, she taught me something new – from the mysteries of the tarot, to crystal magic, to the spirit world. But I was focused on the stones. Amethyst, Quartz, Tourmaline, Labradorite… I would spend the day arranging them in patterns, sharing stories that I’d learned from the energies in the stones. The only thing that could pull me away was an art project–and lucky for me, my grandmother was an artist. She gave me space to paint and taught me the beauty of sacred geometry. I wish she could have seen the result.
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