Choice is the fuel of reinvention.

Ten years on, I finally have the literal and metaphorical tools to begin to process what I experienced in New Zealand.

Read at TRUST AND TRAVEL! While my physical heart is tasked with rearranging oxygen in my cells, I have another heart that lives in wild and rocky places.

READ AT Oui, We Girl! Through these disparate sources of influence, I trained my eye to recognize what it was that I liked, so that when it showed up in my life seven years later, I was ready for it.

When you remove yourself from the mindless everyday and connect with intention, elevating our human experience with a heightened level of awareness. If you’re achieving that with your moisturizers, I commend you because I certainly am not.

Motorcycle culture is a lot about going fast. And that’s fair; it’s really fun to have the wind in your face and feel the pavement rush under your feet. But there’s a lot of slow that has to happen before you can go fast.

But there’s still a part of me that deeply longs for that transitory lifestyle. To be on the road, to live out of a suitcase, to have a cigar box altar that I set up at each stop - lined with photos of family, prayers for safe crossings, mementos of home, the key to a storage unit.