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Luna has grown tired of whimpering around the little fire I’ve made; in dog years, it’s been a whole 10 minutes. I reluctantly pull my gaze from it’s crackling undulations; to keep going, to, for fuck sakes, keep up! I find the largest slab of rock and tug it from the freezing November earth, it … More “Come”
take your dogs to the forest and let them run wild.
These woods I rarely share; an extension of my soul, or rather, where I unearthed mine — I shared with you. I observed as you discovered that place in you; here among the trees, where the heart finds home. I remember us here. Like a heat haze, a mirage, ghosts of my mind; I watch … More Places We Have Touched
Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will. John Green wrote this, but he isn’t the first. This honest sentiment is one we’re told, we say and that we, to the very core of our beings, know. And yet, here we are imagining the hell out of our lives, every day, every hour; how that … More What Time Is It?
After a long hike deep in the trees hearing only small streams, chickadees and rustle of the few leaves that have hung on since autumn, the sight of my car fills me with disquiet. There looms the insentient reminder that I am not home in these woods I love so dearly.
Feb 19, 2017
There is something about a walk in the woods that feels like closing your eyes at the end of a day; that final conscious exhale; that alignment between brain and body as they slip, simultaneously, into stillness.
HOSTAL LAS LAGOS, Guatemala City Quite literally a hop, skip and a jump from the airport which is -really- handy when you are flying into a country you know nothing about after a long non non-stop flight (that’s right, I use double negatives!). Did I mention it’s dark out? And as every backpacker knows, the … More Guatemala Hostel Life
Jumping off back of chicken bus #2 at 9:45 am, 3000m above sea level and it’s -really- hot. Probably because I’ve been traveling since 3:45 a.m with fleece pants and a thermal top on, but also because it’s already 30 degrees and I’ve been sandwiched against a rickety bus window and two other locals on … More Volcan Tajumulco