We Are Nowhere . . . And It’s Now
We’ve been in one spot longer than we have for the past year. This embodies the push and pull we … Continue reading We Are Nowhere . . . And It’s Now
Circle UP
When we left Chicago for a short trip north, to return again to see Natalie and Drew and Tate, it … Continue reading Circle UP
Don’t Be Frightened Of Turning The Page
I’m thinking about intention today – what we meant to do, what we did, and how we pivot and shuck … Continue reading Don’t Be Frightened Of Turning The Page
Through The Eyes Of Others
I remember back to early November. Holly and I were new to nomadic life, and we were planning on spending … Continue reading Through The Eyes Of Others
Timber!
[Editor’s note: This post follows the previous by two days. If our readers find it preferable for us to post … Continue reading Timber!
This Is The Place
These words – casually attributed to Brigham Young – were uttered as the advance party of Mormons (Church of Jesus … Continue reading This Is The Place
Neither Bird Nor Tree
A poem by Sara Teasdale begins: There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling … Continue reading Neither Bird Nor Tree
Two Poems
I envisioned a return to poem writing when we hit the road, and that has sort of happened. I’ve made … Continue reading Two Poems
Zigzagging Toward the Light
Zigzagging toward the iconic southwest has revealed the nuances of flora as we change elevation and latitude. We’ve done a … Continue reading Zigzagging Toward the Light
White Sands
Holly and I had built up the return of the Prodigal Bus Sandy to her home environs at White Sands, … Continue reading White Sands
Old With Wandering 