There is no moon and back for us, there is just a love that isindeed, us carved out like initials and it is ample, cherishable,enough. Tell me there is something like a venerable smoke between us inheriting our existence with its thick fog-like mesh, and we will never really part, vapor offerings as we are. When you write... Continue Reading →
What if you decide these 17 years havebeen served? They are good enough. Just enough. You sever the pack, grab your spare belongings, minimal and foreseeing as you are with Baja, the end of your camino. You want to lose yourself, encounter yourself,feel yourself in its saltwater blues, blend into the unkempt perfections, be the silent monk renewed in the crumbling of mountain thought. Roaming... Continue Reading →
