I'm hosting a trip to Patagonia in December.

I said goodbye to August last night.

A friend recently sent me this quote... "in a capitalist society rest is an act of rebellion."

Life lately has been so profoundly fulfilling.

The last few weeks I've had the most intense vocal fry…

I’m feeling myself slipping again.

My vision isn't always clear. Not the vision in my eyes, but the vision in my mind.

Paradoxes- each part dependent on the other.

This past weekend I attended my first music festival.

I love the 5 human senses.

I don't want solutions.

Work is a deeply sensitive subject for me.

I’ve seen the fear.

But to know those places, you have to know me.

I hurt someone by not listening to my intuition...

It is the culmination of all my experiences played in unison.

what I thought I knew about myself and the world I live in shifts again.

I've never thought of Kenya and assumed big mountains.

I don’t want to live for "someday."

This is my second time to Africa, and this continent has a way of pulling you in.