Sweeping the pebbles from the patio, I feel the threadbare knees of my first jeans, I grow small in perspective and large in wonder, Fill with a sense of play in the clean efficiency of…
Browsing Category daily life on the road
where blue meets blue
a world where stars live in the ocean those are the boundaries of his Possible where blue and blue meet in boundless bardo and just when I saw it taking shape in the distance his…
November Watermelon & the Geographical Seasons of Darkness, Shade, and Light
The prompt: June: Historical, Cultural, Personal Memories Eternal summer. Who doesn’t want 70 degrees 7 days a week? That’s what they say in San Diego. And wasn’t life sunshine. The money flowed. The boyfriend had…
to wake up wondering
Oh. Creaky, rusty fingers. Of which I would prefer to point at the Himalayan monsoons in blame. But really, we all know, the real culprit is disuse. Blog content comes to me like the first…
a time hangover
This has been the longest year of my life. I realize this entirely now upon touching down in India. For while I feel this country to be at least be a few emotional Christmas’…
pilgrimage of poem & music (an intimidating book to open)
Opening the book on our adventures in the Dolpa (rural Nepal) is as intimidating as the 17,000 foot passes we crossed to get there. Just look at a single page of my notes! So instead…
days debrief
For most Westerners, it’s unfathomable for a major city to function without 24-hour electricity. Yet like the monsoon rains on their mission to Ganga-ji (respected river), the 1.3 million people who live here in Varanasi…
Footprints in Peru, Day 6: a welcome to the house of great mountains
a community service project sponsored by World Nomads As we descend into the valley, I can’t help but feel like I’m strolling through a doctor Seuss picture book; it’s an awkward but fanciful arrangement of…
monsieur peanut
Now I pulled this same idiot move in Guatemala when I spent a day working at a coffee finca and was baffled by the red and green candy-colored skins masking my coffee-shop bean incognito. Again,…
stomach aches
holes Our seventh passenger halfway arrives. He isn’t actually going where we are going, but his destination is along the way and if we’ll chip in, he’ll pay a little extra and we’ll all…