Outward bound.

There is something so special about the day before departure: the point of infinite potential, the pendulum at the top of its swing, the inhale before the rest of your life. I’m off to Peru at the break of dawn and am beyond thrilled and eternally grateful for...

Flagstaff.

Now, how many lifetimes has it been since I’ve even thought about this blog thing? Several, to say the least. I usually think of this as a travelogue, so here’s a picture of the train. To remind us that, even if you’re living in one place for three...

3.22.14

I’m not exactly sure what I’m trying to write about, so here’s a bit of random thought… I’ve been just so crazy and so caught up in all the doings of life lately that I’ve been missing the ease and peace that comes with...

ever since…

what I’m getting at is that I usually only do this sort of thing when I’m traveling.  because I put more value on my life when I’m in transit rather than living in one place.  when you wake up to a different skyline every couple days, the words flow...

a little bit home

  honestly it’s been an honor.  i came to prescott with only the highest of expectations and can confess to saying (on numerous occasions, nonetheless) that i might just stay here for ever and ever and never leave… alas… emphasis on the might....

puttin the white in…

so, it’s the home stretch. the lines are done, the shading, the color. all that’s left is to put the white in. that’s where I’m at… packing up the house, looking at Tminus 48 hours and counting. departure. go time. loving it. I’m...