I find rereading my entries spark pieces of my experience that I long forgot, like the color of my tentmate's pillowcase. An...

I learned to slow down, that at the same time as I grasp for greatness because perfection is never coming and because I know this...

But even so, Alaska dipped me into my past a bit, allowing me to nostalgically experience the pull of heartstrings...

Earth is a God, holding a magical power that we only wish we could truly understand.

A written set of journals making their way into a blog mini-series. It’s September and the cool breeze and gentle kisses the sun are...