Category: Travel Journal

Amtrak North

It was too early in the season to migrate north, yet I found myself on a train, tracing the California coast towards Oregon. The Pacific Northwest is my Summerland, a sanctuary between worlds, where I can rest and rejuvenate my weary soul, and find direction for the years ahead. When my sister and her husband […]

Lingering in Los Angeles, California

The stories we tell ourselves are the illusions that shape our reality and steer our destiny. I found myself on the second floor of a converted motorcourt on Hollywood Blvd, wondering how many people knew the difference between a motel and a hotel? How many understood economics without money? One of my best friends had […]

Reflections

I got lost on the Florida Trail, and a month and a half later, found myself in Flagstaff, Arizona. I’d gotten used to being off social media, and coming back was a harder decision than it should have been. I’d had such a great time with so many incredible people that it felt disrespectful for […]

Waffle House, Jacksonville, Florida

Long before sunrise I sat in a Waffle House just outside of the Jacksonville airport, feeling like I had just been released from a pressurized capsule, the hatch swinging open to reveal the vast expanse of the cosmos beyond. I was drifting into the cold vacuum of deep, black space, weightless and untethered… alone. I’d […]

Family Time in Florida

Like a ship grounded by fate, I found myself pulled into the vortex of family I hadn’t visited in years. Life for Carisa and her husband Johnathan had recently been turned upside down when their car caught fire, leading to her moped accident, rendering her reliant on crutches. Yet, their resilience outshines setbacks, illuminating a […]

The Great Rite

A wounded animal, Seeks sustenance, To heal echoes of damage, Lingering from time immemorial. Crossing the barren desert, The abomination of desolation, This pagan offering, Knelt before the temple of the goddess, And wept at her acceptance. Healed on her altar, Through the supreme power embodied in the feminine, The Great Rite unfolds. A holy […]

Tiny Thorn Homestead

Middle of the night, middle of nowhere, I find myself between trails, at a Circle K high on the wind swept plains, deep in the heart of the Arizona Painted Desert. These intervals between trails provide a precious opportunity to reconnect with some of my favorite people, to help out with projects around Tiny Thorn […]

Winslow, Arizona

Standing on the corner of Winslow, Arizona at 6am on Friday the 13th, the streets were cold and silent. Despite the solitude I had to remind myself to take it easy, to lighten up while I still can. Except I’ve got a world of trouble on my mind. “Oh we got it easy, We oughta […]

Los Angeles, California

I climbed up to Radio Hill Gardens to get a better look at the city, to get off the streets for a little while. There were surprisingly few camps hidden along the trails, even as I got turned around and ended up along the Arroyo Seco Parkway. After passing up eating at either Won Kok […]