My little voice inside told me she would guide me. She was so loud and clear on what felt like my 99th dark night of the soul that there was no denying it. The impact was visceral and I reveled in the temporary reprieve it gave my nervous system. This reprieve allowed me to drop, … More Decisions, decisions, decisions…
“I clung to anything different than the constant drone of my fears and a life of groundhog days.” “I CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS!” That’s me flat on my back screaming with my arms and legs flailing about like a dying cockroach somewhere in the Pyrenees Mountains of France, or maybe Spain. I’m not sure I … More Redefining Adventure: Running Away to Healing
Yes, unoriginal title, but mandatory no? Americans walking the El Camino normally fly into Paris and take the train down to the starting point in St. Jean Pied-de-Port, France, where one begins this delicious journey by crossing the Pyrenees mountains into Spain. We decided to give ourselves at least one day to play in Paris … More American in Paris, Circa 2016
