The toe of my boot nudged against an errant piece of slate. It slid, tumbling down the mountain's face, down to the waters below, the ones that would grind it down to the texture of the fine pebbles that line the seashore. It's one of those weird moments in which you are suddenly made aware …
Continue reading One Life. One Love.
I'm sitting on the mountaintop, my chest heaving with the exertion, my dog half dead beside me, poor thing, I forgot she had such tiny little legs compared to mine. She doesn't seem to mind, though. She crawls up onto my lap and licks at the tender skin that lines my wrist, her tongue crossing …
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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)
This is a ghost story. A story about spirits and the memories they leave behind them. Because here in Savannah, ghosts are everywhere—there are skeletons in every closet. You pull open the doors and the bones come tumbling out, sending up a plume of dust to be swept beneath the Persian rug that warms the …
Continue reading In these Disunited States (Georgia…Day 2)
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 …
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The Wild Heart of Life 