Do Not Look at The Light

To tell you the truth, I was confident I was going to be dead before nightfall. I dropped the fork I was using to whisk eggs in the plastic mixing bowl as the jarring, unrecognized, terse alarm sounded.  Grabbing quickly for my phone to hopefully silence the disruption,  my eyes see the words “THIS IS…

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…