Experiences and personal stories from the road and far-off places, meant to share my gratitude for what I’ve been lucky enough to feel and see.

The Sigh of Blue

During the festival, when all the people were gathered in the temple, I went into the wood and sat on a little bench made of crumbling stone.

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Walden and I come to the end of our road

A friend said such guilt is absurd, that it is my mindset that people envy—the leaping, not where I land. I don't know. I only know there is never a going backwards. We take with us every experience and each brings us closer to some truth we can’t yet see.

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Chased out of camp by Florida cougars

Last week in Texas I was surprised by a wild boar ten feet from my door. But now I don't know what's scarier—the thought of opening my door to a wild boar, or to a drunk, horny menopausal woman?

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TX, LA, MS, AL, Georgia—and love

They all were the same woman, and the pearls her necklace wrapping all around, showing me her soft curves and the sex and beauty of her everything; her tender flaws, her shaded fears, her laughing shoulders, her heart wishing me to hold it.

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We come to the frosted rim of the sea

Perhaps the morning will bring warmth for us all. Perhaps the gulls will wake me, as they did yesterday, walking atop the roof, the sound of their tapping feet inspiring my dreams of paperclip squalls.

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Walden and I start another adventure

And there are people here in the soggy forgotten towns. The house foreclosed and mommy shaking and daddy quiet and the little girl holding her teddy bear with hands in prayer. She's sleeping now, so we'll let her be.

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Christmas Eve with a dog and evil Santa

You think yourself flawed and believe your flaws have caused many terrible things to pass. But if you could sit on a porch and look back upon yourself, you might see your place at the center of a beautifully meaningful life.

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Pete’s Country Store

Pete was always there. He was in the out-of-way-places love, in those sudden turns when a connection was unknowingly wished for and necessary, and appeared at the perfect time.

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Vexations in Buddha Camp

I'll live this life again if given a chance, and look for beauty in all things we humans do and feel and fuck up. It is our greatest art, this living and breathing and suffering and transcending, and it is beautiful and I would miss it.

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Welcome to Buddha camp

I sit on a little step under a curtain of stars and leaves blow off the trees and the monks walk down the paths to their little wooden houses and there is no waiting for what comes next.

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