So, apparently, for every hour you fly outside of your time zone, it takes roughly a day to recover. We were over 12 hours off. So I've been sleeping afternoons away for a hot minute. I tried not to. I really did. But I was naughty, and maybe indulged in a bit too much wine, …
I'm in finals season. I love you all. I'll see you in 2-3 weeks when my brain has recovered fully. Be well. Happiest of Holidays. I love you!
You should know that I started this blog to detail my adventures. But, I am finding more increasingly, that my adventures often entail emotional experience, rather than "real life." This blog wasn't started to combat, or to argue. It was started to inspire. To better us (and, realistically, to better myself, as writing often does). …
Continue reading Open letter to LaPierre//The grandfather I never knew.
Source: Secrets of the Jukebox Musing on this memory today...and how beautiful humanity can be. Especially when you're tucked into the back corner of a dimly lit, town bar. Such magic happens here.
The sign above the restaurant says Cafe. Tucked between the frosted mountains, it sits snugly in the valley between a post office, straight from the turn of the century, and a novelty boutique shop full of overpriced nick knacks, custom license plates that never have my name, and bumper stickers with cheesy slogans that begin …
Continue reading Anything will do.
I love the stars that blanket the sky. Their shimmering surfaces, shrouded in winking flames. Perhaps I love them for the secrets they hold. Born from nebulae, living for millions of years before exploding into a supernova, what a glorious name for death. We become spirits that roam the earth, but they shimmer with the …
Continue reading Starry, Starry Night
There's a strange movement to mountain towns. Like everything in them is made of thick molasses, trickling slowly in summer, frozen into a solid mass of Amber come first frost. People mull about, scattered loosely along the boarded up lakeside docks, bundled up and smoking cigarettes, the thick smoke mingling with foggy breath. Twinkling lights …
Continue reading Amusement for the Soul
The Spanish conquistador Juan Ponce de Léon never found the Fountain of Youth, but he left one thing in his wake: a little town in Missouri that bears his namesake, about 30 miles south of Springfield. Located on the banks of a tribute that feeds the James River, the town is lush in greenery, and poor …
Continue reading In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
The Wild Heart of Life 