My name is Charles, and I was let loose on this spinning ball of dust and wonder back in 1976. Not, as it were, completely loose at that point, as I needed (and still need) a great deal of “looking after.” Anyway, a few years passed and it’s the present. Here you are reading this while I scramble around. Poking sticks into beehives… the real kind, so you’ll need to run fast, more often the philosophical kind, so you’ll have to be even faster without leaving your seat. Here you’ll find poetry, art, photography, essays, sermons and other ramblings, musings from me as I careen through this world. N. D. Wilson called his observations Notes From The Tilt-A-Whirl… these are mine, from all over and in between.