I’m so frustrated! Just about all of my pictures from the last 5 months have been…eaten. I don’t know what’s actually happened to them but the thumbnails aren’t associating with the actual picture files, so I can’t access the photos. Big sad face here. Not that I take the best pictures with a stupid camera phone anyway, but I’m still sad that I can’t share some of the great 1000 word images with you. Some day =(

When I Grow Up

If I could be anything when I grow up, I would be a village healer.  I’d grow plants and make medicine and learn the ways of the seers…because I love it and I know that’s why I exist.  I’d write books to teach others these ways. I wouldn’t worry about appropriate fees and rates, or advertising, or competition with other herbalists, or whether I’ll stand out amongst my colleagues for some amazing difference between my gifts and theirs.  I would mostly work at home, setting up a little workshop where anyone could come to get well.  And because I help people heal their bodies, overcome obstacles of the spirit, and reacquaint with God – in themselves and as part of the eternal whole – my village would make sure my needs were met. They would donate or share or gift freely because money would not be an issue.
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Once Upon an Amtrak

On the Train to DC

You know by now how I love trains and planes and buses.  With a similar intensity but parallel fashion to how I love moving between spaces on my own two feet. I’m stoked right now to be on board the Amtrak, departing Richmond and destined to arrive in DC in 2 hrs 21 minutes. I’m ok if it takes longer. Continue reading Once Upon an Amtrak

Anniversary

BLACKROCK HUT, Shenandoah National Park, Appalachian Trail

It has been one year since I set out on my grand Appalachian Adventure.  It’s hardly believable that so much time has passed, and also how (in what ways) the time has passed. Continue reading Anniversary