the affects of altitude.

i have left my heart atop a summit approximately 5,280 feet elevated above the canadian okanagan .  it is there amidst the champagne powder and bluebird skies where diamond days are lived and adventure awaits.  it is there where familiar strangers meet again to converse in out-of-bounds proximity; where life is determined by how many turns you…

manifested romance.

he is not a potential suitor but your attraction to him is spurred by irrational emotions.  it is neither lust or love — it is merely aching, perpetual loneliness.  the hangover of an empty bed.  sleep with yourself.  an affair with dignity before you can expect another to genuinely lay next to you. “being single,…

my own conversation with warhol.

i like my alone time.  serene solitude.  quiet moments where i can manifest and ponder.  however, sometimes in my restful respite the odd lad or lass pops in to offer his or her companionship.  he’s an artist or she’s a muso.  he’s a pop culture icon or she’s a rock legend.  i seem to appreciate…

the burdens of booze: 150 days later.

150 days.  that is how long i have been sober. to admit addiction is brave. to commit to recovery is courage. to cope with it every day is survival. humans are curious, we experiment. we are allured by drug culture. we spiral in despair but we also stand tall in the light. we heal. we…

if our timing is true.

oh, matthew barber, how you make my heart swoon. his lyric, “if our timing is true,” is the epitome of my broken hearted mixtape.  the bittersweet truism of a wild child wanting to love and be loved while remaining free. gypsies are romantics too.  but that’s a secret between me and you. if our timing…

#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…

we all have this moment.

we all have stories to tell; songs to sing  and dreams to dream. we all have love to give; a heart that will break and memories yet to make. we all have said goodbye; tears that have dried and barenaked regrets to hide. we all have lingering sorrow; the lost history of tomorrow and nostalgia…

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…

of you.

with memories of you only to leave and then to meet you again that is serendipity    

insanely courageous; beautifully brave.

living takes courage. i never knew what courage was until i got on that plane, went to the other side of the world.  perhaps i always had it.  but i never felt it.  never embraced the self confidence to admit it; to revel in it.  that was five years ago. i’ve been cultivating courage ever…