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The light that shines when things end
Years ago I came across a small bit of text, shared to Tumblr and then screen capped and re-shared to Facebook with significantly fewer pixels than the original image. It’s not very long, but the visual it evokes has stuck in my head since I…
I am that I was, I was that I am
Final call for Remote Year 13, Earhart, final call. Final curtain. Final month. Final countdown. You can really label it whatever you want, but the “final” part is unfortunately non-negotiable. Like the groups that have ended before us, we are trying to figure out what…
Fear: There are Giants in the Sky
I’ve been on a bit of a musical kick lately, including Into the Woods by Stephen Sondheim. There’s a particular song that I’ve found parallels a lot of my thought processes lately. You see, I’m currently in month 10 of a 12 month adventure with Remote…
The disconnect between feeling and being
I feel like I’m on the cusp of a great personal discovery and just can’t quite grasp it, as I sit contemplating my life and who I am on the bus from Cúc Phương National Park back to home in Hanoi, Vietnam. It’s a weird…
Home is where the dropped pin is
I think a part of my heart will always reside in Minneapolis, Minnesota. When I meditate on it, home feels like the breeze from a nearby lake rustling bright green leaves that sway overhead as I lay in a hammock drinking craft beer. It feels…