First 24 hours south of the Equator…Day 1, Peru. I forgot kids sell goods on the street. I forgot running water, toilets, warm showers, and safe drinking water are amenities. I forgot that some have dirt sidewalks and only torn shoes. I forgot that people with less, sometimes have so much more… I realized dirtContinueContinue reading “Peruvians Are Loves”
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For A Cause Greater Than Myself…
Please support me to empower a child while volunteering abroad next month. Your donation would greatly be appreciated. Please see the link below. No amount is too small. http://www.gofundme.com/mq27ctth Thank you for your time and consideration… https://beansdream.com/
My Mom…
She held his hand bedside as he passed. A radio played in the distance. The 23rd Psalm had been recited over his weakened body. My Mom’s Father and her had not always seen eye to eye, but she cared for him, and was there for him until he stopped breathing. She was the only oneContinueContinue reading “My Mom…”
One Stent Opened Two Hearts
Ice cubes scraped sides of Styrofoam cups. Plastic gloves and open Johnnies. IV’s, hospital food, alarms and moving beds. Toilets slept beneath cabinets, alert button on remotes. Blood pressure sleeves inflated over a forearm black and blue… Cords beneath sheets, plastic clips upon fingertips. Thermometers. Machines on wheels and grippy fuzzy sock bottoms. Ice creamContinueContinue reading “One Stent Opened Two Hearts”
South Korea Took Kimchi Bravery
I could feel every eye on me as I boarded the public bus. Wishing for less attention, I discretely grabbed a hanging strap, and stood near a window. The red in my cheeks dissipated after coins clunked in the tray, guessing incorrect fare. The driver pulled from the curb. I was the only tourist onContinueContinue reading “South Korea Took Kimchi Bravery”
My Love To Wander…Occasionally A Curse, Always A Blessing
An inquiry from a new friend made me think about my current lifestyle, designed around adventure. The urge to explore is the restless baggage I carry, churning like a propeller within my soul. Internal turbulence is sometimes a curse, because I desire contentment in the present; my present. When life feels stagnant, as if inContinueContinue reading “My Love To Wander…Occasionally A Curse, Always A Blessing”
Iceland Stole My Heart…
Iceland stole my heart like a thousand Arctic ponies galloping through lush fields, pollinating flowers under a midnight sun. Shifting into first, off the grid I went. Solo, without a map, GPS, or cell, to ensure I could survive without assistance. Heading north on Route 1, adrenaline delivered me to Akranes, IS, the northern mostContinueContinue reading “Iceland Stole My Heart…”
Reflections By The Water
There is no tan cabana boy delivering me all inclusive drinks beneath a white linen canopy, nor a spa attendant giving a massage. This beach is no wider than an airbus wing which could deliver me to a white sandy beach seen on northern cubicle screen savers. I was drawn to my private beach, thusContinueContinue reading “Reflections By The Water”
Skydiving Separates An Eagle From A Chickadee
Flying femurs hoisted my cocky core into a prop plane the size of a mosquito. Propellers started spinning, echoing beats of my excited heart. Myself, a photographer, pilot and human tandem backpack boarded the can for a skydiving adventure. Legs extended excitedly on the floor anticipating an incredible mission, as the aircraft door shut, tightly.ContinueContinue reading “Skydiving Separates An Eagle From A Chickadee”
Stranded In Liberia On A Broken Bus, 8km From The Airport…
Initial seasonal exposure to sunshine and critters at the Tamarindo bus stop had me counting high as I could, in Spanish, grande bites on my pink legs. Locals gave varied schedules, so I sat for some time until a bus pulled alongside, with signage for Liberia. Inquiring if that encompassed an aeropuerto stop seemed aContinueContinue reading “Stranded In Liberia On A Broken Bus, 8km From The Airport…”
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