As it happens to be the last day of 2015, I decided it would be fitting to write a year-end post. When looking back on years past, I would have to say that this has been my most inspiring, productive, and fleeting year yet. I will be sad to see it go. A year ago […]Read More Goodbye 2015: I’ll Never Forget You
Part III The Unlocking The day to go North came so very quickly and before I knew it, I was on a bus filled with strange faces, on my way to a place I honestly didn’t really feel like going to. However, I was determined to organize my stuff in storage and bring back as […]Read More Birds, Bugs, and Boats Behind
Part II.V (A surprise addition to my three part story) The Unexpected It was getting very close to me leaving for the North when one of my aunts surprised us with a visit. With her, were a couple really cool friends she had made since seeing her last, and they were on their way to […]Read More Birds, Bugs, and Boats… and Nelsolonika?
Part II The Unlearning What began as an innocent dip of my toes into what my dad likes to call the “boat life”, became a complete lifestyle transformation. I lived in rolled up jeans and bare feet, showering became a choice that I didn’t make as often, and crafts in the morning sun with my […]Read More Birds, Bugs, and Boats Cont.
Alas, I have returned. I guess it has been about seven months since I’ve posted anything really but it wasn’t just a break from my blog… I ended up taking a whole break from my entire life as some would say. However, I would say that I finally started living. There were some personal struggles […]Read More Birds, Bugs, and Boats
Have you ever simply closed your eyes and just listened to the breeze? Listened to the whistling of the leaves and that quiet in between? There really isn’t anything else like it. It carries you away on a lighthearted symphony that is so soft and so free. Take a moment and come along with me. When […]Read More Close Your Eyes
My senses are alive with the fragrant aroma and magnificent view. I am consumed. I have given myself over to something larger. Something wild and untouchable. Something so alive, so powerful. It is all dancing. It is singing. No, she does not dance for you. Nor does she sing for me. This is a piece […]Read More Into the Wild