We are on fire out here, again. The wind, despite how I may love her, is cruel. And yet, the presence of her here is electrifying. My hair tingles at the places where it meets my scalp. Before, I am asleep. Now, I am suddenly awake. At the group meeting, we sit in a circle. …
There are butterflies everywhere when I wake up today. In bed, I sit and watch them swim inside the air outside my window. I have never seen so many. They are flying by in droves. Thank god for butterflies. I lost my uncle not too long ago. He went the same way that my cousin …
I have been working on my book like a fiend. Like some little witch nestled away, brewing her magic. Which doesn’t leave much time for very nearly anything at all. That being said, I was thinking about dogs the other day. About what they mean for adventure and for life. I was thinking about my …
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When I speak, the ghost of self leaks out my mouth. Like smoke, or vapor. My fingers curl out from my nostrils. I am watching the all of me cast out and drive away. It is too hot here. And the world is far too sad. There is too much anger for the sadness, as if we …
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Hi friends. Oi—it’s been a while. My bad. I finished Grad School and my over-fried brain just couldn’t cope with the idea of deadlines, writing, or anything that closely resembled either of the two. I’ve missed you—your writings, your words, your images. I’m excited to dive back into this loving little bloggersphere. This past week …
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Adam’s been losing his mind over tax season and I’ve been losing my mind over writing this damn memoir so together we decided, as is our annual tradition, to find the minds we’ve lost somewhere together. This year it’s Twin Peaks, partially because I fell in love with that bizarre Netflix show, and mostly because …
Forgive me, friends. I have been away, occupied with turning my house into a jungle. So far, all is going well and up to speed. When I was in India, the people had such connection with the wildlife growing all around them. It re-inspired me. Recreated me. Reincarnated me into a living, breathing being. I …
Our last day in Kerala was magic. I mean, it was rough with the 3:00 AM drive and all. But it was magic. We arrived in Kumarakam and walked the village before boarding the houseboat. We checked out the temple, laughed with the locals, and chased the children up and down the dirt path that …
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The Wild Heart of Life 