Music: Sigur ros ( ) Mode of Transport: Greyhound Mood: ??
This is the first time I’ve picked up a pen in 2 weeks. I’m heading to Phoenix for Thanksgiving week and have left a very cozy, comfortable, relaxed town in Northern California. I can’t quite pinpoint or gauge how I feel in this moment. I’m here now; I’m exhausted from all the journey since September 2nd when I left Austin, and especially right now, as I’ve been transferring between buses for 19 hours. Continue reading Somewhere Between Yuma and Phoenix…
Hey Everyone! I’m currently in Northern California, making my way by foot, thumb, planes, trains, and automobiles around the perimeter of the country and back East in time for the Winter Solstice. This is the first chance I’ve had to use a real computer that’s actually hooked up to the internet, and I hoped to post some entries from the last few weeks…but apparently I’m not meant to be technologically focused because I can’t upload the images of my writing. Let this serve as an update so that everyone knows I’m safe, happy, and continuing on the journey of a lifetime, despite having a flu-like situation. Once I embark on the next bit of traveling I’ll have time to write again and as soon as I get near a Mac I can probably get the posts up.
Somewhere north of but with a view of Mt. Shasta – en Route to Sacramento – Ridesharing with Manny and Julia
Everything about a long distance hiker and cross country traveler includes/involves/incurs a certain aroma that seems to resist soap, scrubbing, and laundry detergent. I’ve been called…ripe..on several occasions by people who love me and understand what I’m up to. They accept the beyond BO fragrance I carry around even though I know it kinda grosses most people out. To be honest, I’ve refused commercial deodorants and antiperspirants for so long that all the folks in my life have just sort of known me to be smelly (for some reason my body emits a natural scent likened only to the heavy musk of marijuana – even if I haven’t used any for years). I choose to go au natural, or annoint myself with pure essential oils, for several reasons. And I know it would be an odoriferous transition but I have a dream that some day everyone will ditch the deodorant! Continue reading Deodorant & Stinky Hiker Syndrome
Bolt Bus 2 Eugene:Music: Beirut
I wonder how many travelers get asked, “What are you running away from?” Whether in jest or posed in sincerity, it seems like a lot of people who ask this question think if a person is having adventures they must also have storage units full of skeletons and overdue payments in some far away town, or arrest warrants in several states, or scary demons deep inside, all chasing the weary wandering avoidant hobo over the world in search of a good hideout! Continue reading What are You Running Away From?
Oblique Coffee House SE Portland, Oreogn: Music – Lana del Ray
I want to write about how cool of a time I’m having in PDX since arriving yesterday afternoon, but I know I ‘need’ to write about some things more personally urgent (but may not want on the blog). For example, I need to really hash out what I believe in. I need to practice getting a little deeper in my writing, perhaps so that I might be more articulate in spoken word/conversations with others about the status of the world and what we can do to change things. I’ll do that writing separately though and then evaluate it’s relevance to RoamandWrite. Because it’s coming up as I roam, it’s appropriate, however sometimes we just need to write for ourselves. I feel like I’m ready to level up in my written presentation. My writer identity is ready to come forth, to break through the surface and superficial and keep my thoughts penetrating. I tend to stop when I hit a block. Continue reading Portland
Sitting on my pack duffel at a greyhound stop, next destination: Portland, Oregon. The past week has gone by so quickly, I’m so exhausted and have had a thousand emotional surges, peaks and valleys. Fear, excitement, anticipation, bliss, and so on as a new little one has come into my life and my friend has become a mother. I’ve joined a community that, even though I’ll never live in close physical proximity to, will be part of me for the rest of my life. I discovered a new town, connected with new people, reconnected with others, eaten veggies picked the same day, slept in a yurt and in an old house with an invisibility spell on it, I ate Tres Leches cake on Dia de los Muertos , Continue reading The Dalles, Oregon – 201 Federal Way
At this moment one of my closest friends is between rushes (contractions) during the laboring for her first child. I’m taking this few minutes to write while the midwives set up, just because I have to get out some of the enormity of emotion we are all experiencing. She is a beautiful mama and has taken on some ancient, feminine, divine energy (force) as she works through this. Something else has come into the yurt, something I can’t explain but can feel, almost touch; it’s telling her how to handle everything. I’m in awe, I’m honored, I feel helpless, but glory in it all. I would not be anywhere else than right here with her. What a thing to witness and be part of less than a week after finishing the trail… Continue reading In the Birth Yurt – Ponderosa, Washington