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.
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
“The next time someone tells you you’re beautiful, believe them.” … More I love you so much… let me lay awake at night thinking of all the ways you could die.