sun dancing under bluebird skies on snowis the purest solace i’ll ever knowski gliding down the mountainthrough silver woods and deer parkpast silent evergreens frosted in whiteplaying in powderand laughing with aunt gladyswhile swooshing down back diamondson the backsidewaltzing along whiskey jackand traversing the big dipperwith crushed boots learning to carve peaceful pleasure fills my…
Category: adventures in bedlam.
notetaking of thought provoking moments during road trips, new explorations and quiet weekend getaways (or other adventure riots endured in this mad, crazy world).
aunt gladys.
she’s a piece of nature that gladys. she lures you in with her sassy cat trail, seduces you with her serene view of the world and then slices you down with her hairpin hills. her name is aunt gladys and she’ll send you and your comfort levels out of bounds. a beginner skier i don’t…
#tbt: barbados.
may 22, 2016 ∫ barbados there is a lot of truth in the old adage that the last day of travel is quite emotional. the bliss has settled in, you’ve become accustomed to the culture. you’ve met new friends and made new memories with old ones. you’re lighter. you’re spirit is rejuvenated. you’ve found space to…
35 days on the (yellow brick) road.
“you’re on your own. and you know what you know. and you are the one who’ll decide where to go.” -dr. seuss it is the strangers you meet on the road that you end up falling madly in love with. the likeminded drifters that become darling soul-friends. at least that is what my literary…
the push-away-good-bye.
The anticipation of a hello. The ambivalence of saying goodbye. That profound moment in time where two people connect–where your hearts collide. Upon arrival a lingering departure looms but you don’t think about it, as you haven’t made any memories yet. You unpack your bags and take a look around. Embracing the person in front…
lost together.
As far as gap years go I was a late bloomer in filling up my backpack. And like every drifter with a dream the adrenaline of altitude shot through my veins stronger than a hit of smack. The tempting vices of an open passport, foreign port of calls and wild cultures left me in an…
traveling to the places to see the people that make your heart sing.
it has been one week and one day since i travelled from up over to down under. my arrival this time round was quite different from some six years ago. this time the land isn’t so much foreign as is the girl (me) landing on it. i’ve always believed that a person changes the…
a diamond day.
i used to think that standing upside down was the most relaxing way to perceive the world; that cycling was the most playful way to glide through nature; that walking was the most intimate form of play. then i lived a diamond day. a day filled with a bluebird sky and a jeweled sun, curated…
j’aime montreal … très beaucoup.
i love montreal … with her french allure and jazz cafes, dimmed in red lights / smoke-filled footpaths and leonard cohen muses / her melbourne mimics and city pedals to beatniks vintage / to la lumiere du mile end … yes i love montreal. french infatuations, those day long affairs with saint denis, laurent and…
from down under to up over: khmer kisses.
be careful because cambodia is the most dangerous place you will ever visit. you will fall in love with it, and eventually it will break your heart. -joseph mussomeli, us ambassador (2005 to 2008) tucked into the pocket of southeast asia is a small country that exists today very much as it did 1,000 years ago…
static confusion. 