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…
Tag: travel
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…
#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…
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…
thoughts from (somewhere) near emmundi.
it’s on a train through green lush pastures that my mind spurs wild. we roll past the glasshouse mountains and i’m content because I have just turned 31. i’m on sabbatical. and the journey back from down under to up over is just beginning. watching other drifters daydream out the window, my own thoughts move from…
my (little) life sabbatical.
“life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.” -confucius what would you do if you didn’t have to work? what favourite things would you spend time on? what foreign land would you travel? what stories (and ideas) would unfold? what would happen if you were to let loose … to let go…
static confusion. 