Marjanne left today for San Francisco :'( Yesterday I made her a braid with handed down Seawolf Medicine to keep her safe on her travels (photos). Just as I was about to take a photo a little sweetie stopped by to lick her with butterfly luck… he came back later again and hung out with

After running into a friend on my way to the bookstore, I began to think. Are we all clinging, as adults, to past relationships? “When we hide from the world in this way, we feel secure. We may think that we have quieted our fear, but we are actually making ourselves numb with fear. We

Thank you for your unfailing love, support, understanding and generally putting up with me for WAY longer than either of us ever expected. Thank you for ALWAYS making me feel welcome and at home in your home. Thank you for putting your arms around me on the many rainy days and getting wet with me

“Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no whenever you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even

“… It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sun, the sky – all things tending toward the eternal or what we imagine of it.” ~ Cesar

What’s up with that? Where do I get this INSANE sense of URGENCY from? I feel like I only have 2 years left or something. Oh these plans for the next two years keep going around and around in circles in my head, I freak out about when I’m going to get it all done,

2010 began like every year of my life will from here onwards – living in complete harmony with my values of life. Not doing anything to undermine them or living by someone else’s values again. When that happens it can only end in sadness or take you down a long road of complete life-wasting. This

Nelson has been pestering me to explain what this red wrist band is that appears in all my photos, and so here it is:

I left for this adventure with a wide open heart, somehow instinctively knowing I would never forget it, for everything I would learn. Weeks before the trip I felt the rumble of thunder in the ache of my bones, knowing the experience would widen and shape me like a young canyon hit by a flash

Meet Brett – who could best be described as my ‘super psyched’ companion for the week or so long Texas adventure I mentioned a while back. As you can see he’s a mechanical midwife of sorts, an engine gigolo, which has come in very handy with the guaranteed, yet somehow ‘completely unexpected’ mechanical failures on