Writing

Writing

Everything lives here. Poems, essays, daily dispatches, research, ideas that arrived before I knew what to do with them. Bike trips through California. Mornings in St. John. Whatever the world keeps throwing at the question of how to pay attention.

  • Make it a Holiday

    I slept great, had fun cooking, and was quite peaceful off in the woods. But when the rain persisted and the job list consisted of things to “keep me busy”…


  • Time to Start Living

    So I wake up feeling good, eat some pancakes, read a book and decide to leave when I feel like it. It’s a nice realization that I’m actually on my…


  • Only the Start

    I imagined long days full of good work. Today was an excellent example. An early morning (4:30 AM), hot yoga (very sweaty and lots of breath work), breakfast, weeding, shoveling,…


  • A Taste of Reality

    I’d made it 65 miles and felt pretty good. I was clean, well-packed, well-fed, and ready for bed. I finished Finding Kindness and turned off the lights. Oh how my…


  • Finding Kindness

    The world has some loving to do. Of course there’s much more to it than that and I’m barely breaking the surface, so instead of beginning a long list, I’ll…


  • A Note on Preparation

    When the journey began, it was a cerebral exercise in optimism. As time trundled by, optimism was replaced by small objects. First, a bicycle. Later, a rack with a basket…