So much has happened thus far. My attempt to articulate it will come from a place of patience for myself, the sacredness of my experiences,
As I sat around the fire, waiting for my hair to dry, Elder (the owner of the lodge we were staying at) offered to take
Here I find myself again. In between the massive mountains of the Andes. To think I was departing this place exactly 5 months ago is
“Is this what dying feels like?”, I thought to myself as I stuffed the last pair of jeans into a heavy duty garbage bag. I
It was a subtle feeling for me last night. Momentary inertia amongst ideas that were different from mine. But of course, when someone else has
Trying to understand the human condition of loneliness. Whether in a room full of people, or sitting alone on a park bench, one can still