Full Moon

The London skyline sparkles in the dark distance.  A frying pan held, hands shielding it from the wind, while intentions and goals for the next moon cycle, scrawled on wine-stained paper, are lit and placed in the pan.  I stand with three people that were mere strangers only weeks before and have become my family….

Endlessly Changing

My alarm coaxes me out of sleep gently.  It’s early and still dark out.  However, I must go.  My purse and valuables are next to the wall by my head, flip flops at the bottom of the bunkbed ladder, my toiletry bag hanging from the bed post.  In the last 92 days, I have slept…

Flamenco

The buildings are lit with a warm yellow light.  I trace my path on Google Maps confirming my location with the movement of my blue dot. I’m in an alleyway and I look ahead and the road is a dead end.  I start to become concerned.  Am I lost?  I walk to the end, ready…

Sicilia

The train slows, creeping into the station.  I left Naples, Italy this morning at 9:50AM and have been on a train for the last five hours heading to Sicily.  Two weeks ago I didn’t realize that I would end up in Italy.  However, I found a 17 Euro airline ticket to Bari, Italy and had…

Cruz de Ferro

The Cruz de Ferro, or the Iron Cross, marks a significant part of the Camino.  The journey in life you’ve already walked coming to an end.  A place where you leave your trials, issues and insecurities and take all that you’ve learned and start a new journey.  It’s been said that while building this cross…

Why?

“But why?” My father pursed his lips and gave a labored, hard breath through flared nostrils.  “Because.  Just do it.  I don’t have time to go in to it.” My father hates this question.  “Why?”  Something so innocent, so simple.  This has been the dialogue since I was a young child and he dislikes when…

Default

All these hours driving has given me a lot of time to think.  Time to sit in silence, listen to “Nahko and Medicine for the People” on loop and scroll through the fifty podcasts I downloaded for this adventure.  However, while I was driving along I couldn’t help but start to think of the “norm”. …

Tribe

I followed the construction cones that were illuminated from my headlights.  A small sign with an arrow “Days Inn” pointed me through a lane lined with orange cones.  I pulled into a parking spot in the back corner.  Ollie and I had stopped about fifteen miles before, went to the bathroom and had dinner.  I…

Borders

“Hastings– Next Exit.”  I sped past this sign going 75mph down the interstate.  This is where I was born.  This is where I entered the world.  I continued down the road, crossed the imaginary line of a border and found the town I called home until I was four years old.  I pictured my young…

Martin Van Buren

In the last three days, I have driven 1,503 miles away from Portland.  Martin Van Buren (my van) is amazing.  It feels so satisfying to park, turn in my chair and walk to the back of the van, make a sandwich, take a nap and then walk up to the front, turn the engine over…

The In-Between

My car sold and now I’m solely in the van.  I kinda love clamoring into the tall captain chair, rolling down the windows and cranking some jams as I slowly drive away.  This morning I completed a routine that I have lived for over four years.  A routine of be in the shower by 7AM…

My House is Not My Home

I took my shoes off in the garage to keep the dirt to a minimum.   I opened the door to darkness, but quickly the empty rooms were illuminated with a flip of a switch.  This was my last time in my home for the foreseeable future.  I had spent three weeks working hard to…