Ten Q-cards, each bearing a single word written in permanent black ink, are affixed to the wall above my bedroom door. I strategically stuck them there so I would see…
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Alright, well as with anything that we have expectations about, things never goes as planned, right? Beginning with after I posted Part 1 of the Corona Project…
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“Oh, what a decision…what shall I choose to drink?” I wondered to myself as the waitress stood by with pen in hand waiting for my order. Usually, I revert to…
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My world was spinning from a wine-induced stupor when I decided it would be a good idea to climb over boulders carrying my SLR camera in one hand while…
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A Facebook friend of mine wrote an article titled 3 Reasons Why Checking Email First Thing is the Wrong Thing. It is about how important it is not to check…
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“Follow it!” Murray exclaimed as I stepped off the path careful not to snap a twig under my hiking boots and scare it away. It was a little bird that…
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The full moon is glowing brightly tonight, like my mind’s eye illuminating the thoughts and scenes of my yesterday. I can see it peering down through the new spring leaves that…
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A quote I read a couple of weeks ago by Rainer Maria Rilke really resonates with me at this moment. She says, “Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in…
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“Here’s a prescription for Ativan,” the doctor said as he handed me a slip of paper. Fear wouldn’t let me sleep the previous night. As a matter of fact I…
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“The destination is inconsequential. The journey is home,” Øyvind, a five-time Camino walker from Norway, said to me while I hung my laundry to dry under the warm rays of…
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It’s been two months since I returned home and much has happened to help get me back on my feet again. Mom says I must have an angel because when…
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I should have journaled about this a while ago now, but I’m home in Canada…for now. I returned December 17th after being robbed for the third time inside the bus…
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Hotel California began to play as the bus laboured through the oxygen depleted atmosphere nearing the gravel pull-off towards the infamous Death Road…
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Beginning from the day I left Viacha, Bolivia, I was feeling trapped behind the black wrought iron gates with the pointy tops. The silver padlock and two dogs, Speedy the…
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As much as I like the feeling of security, I feel trapped here inside this large gated yard in Viacha, Bolivia. Yesterday, I didn’t leave the yard, and aside from…