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…

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…

30 days of april.

april has always been my favourite month.  it’s when the days get a little longer; the sun a little warmer.  the winter lion goes into hibernation; the spring lamb comes out to play.  snowflakes melt into lilac blossoms; under the cold white blanket new life begins.  a new season grows. even on the other side of the…

just jump.

(note to reader: i found this post unpublished today.  it is from april 2011.  this is why writing is so powerful — to discover old words only to then reflect upon where your thoughts are now …)    just jump.   and so i did.  with nervous trepidation, the 40 meter, two second bungy jump was peacefully exhilarating.  other than…