old dream, second look.

I had this dream, A run away, To Desi tropical coast, An ashram, Bundled in the tree tops, Ocean mirage, While I immerse in yogic stance. I imagined, Bleached platinum hair hidden, Purple Hairdye That would dissolve when it was time to go. Four weeks? I liked the sound of eight weeks. In this space,... Continue Reading →

Earth, Air, Water, Fire.

Contentment by Jim McGregor, The Tao of Recovery I want money, houses, cats, furs, stereos, friends, and ... contentment! I have everything that I need, but I want more. Then I will be secure. But will I be content? My inner space is empty, and I have tried so hard to be fulfilled that I... Continue Reading →

(Feels like) Home.

The West Coast Runaway Pacific Coast Hostel, University of British Columbia Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada If Whistler taught me to find the courage to sit in moments of extreme anxiety, returning to Vancouver is giving me the canvas to explore slowing down just enough to listen in to what my body needs. I have had... Continue Reading →

Just keep walking.

I may have found the peace of Whistler, in the chaos of Wanderlust: Florence Patersen Park. I am here. Wondering. What is next? What is next after this perch? - this day? - this departure? - this return? What's worse? Feeling like I can't keep up? Or feeling like I've been left behind? Oh, I... Continue Reading →

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