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Kate Spade and Pure Grit

When I opened the trunk today to organize the contents of my life in a Chevy Aveo, I saw a perfect vision of paradox. The items in my vehicle were selected carefully and with great consideration; having no known place to live when they were packed I chose the things I knew I’d use, the things that would make me feel the most comfortable anywhere I ended up, and the tools/gear I’d need to do what makes me me. Continue reading Kate Spade and Pure Grit

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Proof of a Life Well Lived

Over the weekend I got this really deep feeling of accomplishment while looking at some old photos. Not like I’d achieved a huge goal or finally made a million bucks as an herbalist…it was a feeling in my soul, of my soul being fulfilled and alive and on the right course. Continue reading Proof of a Life Well Lived

On Breaking the Habit of Comparison – HDC to NYC to Providence RI

On a Megabus, on the way to New York, again, then to Providence.  A few days ago I hiked on the Rachel Carson Greenway Trail, but was so mentally preoccupied with my landlord situation (he’s a total creep and I feel the need to get out, ASAP) that I could not relax enough to write.  It was a great 6 mile loop and the exercise helped me work through the anxiety. I totally hit the jackpot too – wild raspberries and blackberries toward the end. YUM! Continue reading On Breaking the Habit of Comparison – HDC to NYC to Providence RI

My Lover the Tulip Poplar – Rock Creek Park, DC

The Tulip Poplar’s trunk holds me from behind, like a strong man with his arms around me, giving me a safe place to relax into my connection – right here, where the trunk meets the Earth, at that place where it goes deeper; where foundation transitions to roots. I can lean all the way into him, and the embrace is so perfect that I can freely use my arms and hands to write;  I could rest my head against the bark and fall asleep; I could eat, or pray, or swat mosquitoes.  This man has no reason to restrict my movement, to make me stay or force me to leave…my body sits on the Earth and rests on her masculine, upward manifestation, this here Tulip Poplar. Continue reading My Lover the Tulip Poplar – Rock Creek Park, DC

Little Wanderer

I first heard this song a few days ago, and it just reminded me of myself.  Actually it’s hard to explain. I feel like this is a song that someone would sing to me. One someone in particular, but probably a few  people in varying familial/platonic/romantic relationships with me scattered all over…the world.

Thank you to my evergreens, those of you who sing it to me, for understanding that though I may wander back to you, I’m not likely to stick around long…

It’s Always Sunny in…Arizona

While I love that Virginia has 4 distinct seasons, each one with its own vibe and feeling both outdoors and in, the dreary East Coast winter has really got me craving some warmth. Rather than focusing on its absence and the possibility of 4 more inches of snowfall, I’ll just share some pictures from my days living in Arizona. Where it is sunny and you adventure in some part of the state for more than 300 days of the year. That kind of sun exposure overwhelmed my senses and made me a little more than manic, but the pictures from my past take the chill of my bones and my heart. Enjoy a few Sonoran views with me…(featured image is a view of Watson Lake in Prescott)

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Sonoran Sunset…from the Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix
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Sunny mood inspiring St. John’s Wort, Hypericum perforatum. Flagstaff
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Devil’s Bridge. Sedona
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Prickly Poppy, Argemone mexicana. Agua Fria
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View of Weaver’s Needle from Peralta Canyon
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View of Oak Flat and canyon area from a nearby ridge.
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View of some river delta…from a tiny Cesna airplane on the way to Lake Havasu
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Saguaro and the Valley of the Sun, view from the Hieroglyph Trail in the Superstition Wilderness

Working Adventures

Yesterday I got to go to Roanoke, VA for work. I love that town. Really and truly love it. I think the people there are the nicest people in Virginia! It’s about 3 hours from Richmond, situated very close to the Appalachian trail, and as I drove the freeways to get there it was quite a nostalgic trip seeing signs for the trail towns I stopped in. Glasgow, Troutville, Daleville…I let my mind go back to those places and the very specific memories I have of each one. Scotto’s Pizza in Glasgow, taking a shower at the fire station in Troutville, buying new insoles and getting free coffee in Daleville. Just thinking about those days I can smell the smells, see the faces, retrace my steps. What an incredible journey I had. What an incredibly lucky human I am to have had that journey. I don’t know if I will ever be able to fully express the gratitude I have to everyone and everything that made it possible for me. Continue reading Working Adventures

Real Herbalism Radio – Medicine for the People

Several weeks ago I gave an interview for the Real Herbalism Radio Project, talking about myself as an herbalist and my experiences on the Appalachian Trail. Here is part 1, and I’ll post part 2 as soon as it’s published.

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Somewhere Between Yuma and Phoenix…

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…

Deodorant & Stinky Hiker Syndrome

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