Intentional immersion, searching for what we lose in the crowds.
Last night I bought a hand painted, loosely bound, blank journal. I spent my final 200 baht, held in reserve for an iced coffee and green curry chicken; and despite the growls of hunger after said sacrificed dinner, I have no regrets. Since my belongings were all flooded during a short stay on Gili Trawangan […]
I tend to be a person of, shall we say, passion. I choose the word passion with great vigilance, as I am attempting to cast a rainbow rather than a grey-umbrella-term over a few of my characteristics, which may seem somewhat ostentatious. For example, I can blame my inability to cope with losing a game […]
I’m not sure how this happened, but I think I am attempting to become an official writer. Like a real-life, typewriter and Ray Bans, cigarettes and contemplative stares– writer. Okay so only the Ray Bans bit is true and I’m not necessarily a novelist, but perhaps the secondhand version of a novelist… a blogger. I don’t mind the term […]
For exactly one year, I have been writing letters, selling cookies and dancing on soap boxes to spread the news about Global Autism Project. I see a beautiful sunrise and feel a sudden inclination to post it on viral social media, proclaiming hashtag-SkillCorps! And now that I’ve had the opportunity to work with partners, both in India and now Indonesia, […]
Generally speaking, I’m not exactly fond of shopping. That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy slipping on a new pair of Ked’s just as much as the next girl… I simply would prefer sticking my hand in a blender over spending an afternoon in a shopping mall, that’s all. That was…until I found the Bazaars of India. […]
Landing in Delhi was the definition of surreal. While in this exact moment, as our hired driver slams the brakes to avoid smashing a suicidal J-walking monkey, I find myself struggling to believe I am actually here. Even so, the fiery curried chicken I had for lunch yesterday continues to remind me in the form […]
Over the past 5 years I’ve tried to embrace the theory that “home is where I hang my hat.” I left my hometown when I was 16 years old with a granite-head concept that I was destined to thrive in a world far greater than the tiny dustbowl lands that raised me: lovely little Jesup, […]
