On being lost
The holidays are a time of fun, excitement, and- to be honest- stress.
We spend so much time focusing on making everything around us bright and shiny that we can forget to take the proper time for a bit of pampering and self care, and that is where my partner NeoCell come in!
When I set out on this journey to south america I didn’t realize that I was looking for something. It took me a month and a week- and almost 3,000 miles- to even see the question that I’d been trying to answer. Where am I going and what do I want to be?
A poem for Mama
I grew up climbing trees and playing in creeks and measuring how good a day was by how long it took me to wash my feet before getting into bed
I haven't been barefoot in three
And yeah, it's starting to get to me
I used to collect things that shone from the street
A poem I had forgotten
Thank you mama
Thank you for 18 years of food
And 5,000 glasses of water
Thank you for driving 40 minutes to pick me up when I was too scared to spend the night. Twice.
The Beginning of a Journey
My mind that morning was
suddenly recalcitrant jars of honey
when berries are only a shivering idea
for a moment again
but the awful wheeze
You didn't ever really forget, but only mislaid
Meteor showers, falcons, prayer
A Letter to My Little Sister
The beginning of a journey always has an almost nostalgic feeling to it. A sense of familiarity in the expectation of the unknown to come. All journeys start the same way: the last minute chaos of packing, the sweet satisfaction of zipping up your bag when everything had been settled and sorted and stowed, the thrill of shutting of the lights and turning down the heat and locking the door behind you. The start of the ignition, the moment of panic when you think you've forgotten something.
An Hour Past Midnight
On turning 15
Sweet little corn color haired girl
To the world
5 years ago I Walked through a different door but into the same house of being 15
And now you are here on the threshold
About to step into your new set of big girl shoes
Sometimes you'll have growing pains
But that's just how it feels to get grown up legs
Thoughts on Creative Block
The song of a coyote is familiar to anyone who has slept out under the stars or visited the less populated corners of the world, but this yipping crooning melody is eerily at odds with the normal night sounds of cars and the occasional murmur or passing conversation. It is an unexpected wild in a place of tameness.
When I returned to my family's home in Southern Oregon for a few weeks stay, I was wary of the effects that familiar comfort can have on one's motivation. I knew that the excitement and fire that filled my every waking moment while on the road could easily dwindle to a slow burn once I was surrounded by my childhood town and a life void of the daily challenges on the road.
Traveling is a constant stream of new stimulus and experiences, and as such it is the perfect tool to keep your mind constantly inspired.
Going to Alaska
We drove, as we often do, into the mountains in search of cabins. The day after the equinox brought rain and mist, and the mountaintops were completely shrouded in fog
I have been on many wonderful flights, but this flight was one of the most wonderful of them all.
It started as a dull green flicker above the horizon, something I could almost mistake for the remnants of sunset on cloud, but as I watched, face pressed against the window, the flicker began to grow. Vague tendrils of green spread waveringly across the sky, and there it was in front of me. The aurora borealis.