So I went to a march last Sunday. A peaceful protest. A communal sign of support. Let's just call it a love walk; I'm running out of synonyms. It was at our local Islamic Community Center, a mosque with golden spires that, at the onset, appears out of place in that little residential community. But …
Continue reading Can’t Stop Love
She's not from here. Where she's from isn't so far away, but it felt far. It felt far when the scathing heat of a desert sun caramelized her skin, burning at the tender flesh that sizzled beneath the touch of light. It felt far when her legs threatened to collapse like trees in a forest, …
Continue reading The Plight of the Immigrant
As important as it is to travel, it is just as important to have a home to come back to. We all yearn for those connections and we yearn for that sense of belonging. For that basic foundational concept of humanity that says I am from here. This is home. And so, when I'm gone …
Continue reading A Place to Call Home
I just want to take a little moment to thank you all. The positivity and love in this blogging community is overwhelming, and I am so grateful to have found it. Keep on, my fellow wanderers. Keep loving the world; keep discovering its hidden enchantments, its secrets, its beauties. We've got this. ❤
I took a brief hiatus from my blogging this week. 2017 has come in with a crashing of symbols and disharmony and, quite frankly, I'm ready to start over fresh. Over the weekend, I got a text from my dad. My brother was in the hospital. And he's fine now and aside from Donald Trump, …
Continue reading Misery Loves Company…as do the rest of us
The ivy wanders; the star shaped leaves open out from the parasitic strength of curling vines that cling to the siding of the old house. They chip away at the flecked lead paint which tumbles to the ground like falling snow, gathering in little piles of dandruff on the earth. An old wagon wheel leans …
Continue reading Eternal Slumber in the Land of Poetry (Georgia…Day 4)
While my feet are firmly planted in the California soil, my roots extend throughout the prairied fields of those flyover states. This is home. And I didn’t realize how much I had missed it until I stepped foot off the plane and breathed in the honeysuckle sweet scent of open air. Driving down the highway …
Continue reading Georgia…Day 1
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 …
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The Wild Heart of Life 