Mar-fART

Marfa: “Tough to get to. Tougher to explain. But once you get there, you get it.” So yes, it’s hard to explain, except to say that it was incredible.  Every inch of its ability to fit all of the misplaced outliers of the world into one small town.  Every single person I met was completely…

Keep Austin Weird

Oh, Austin.. this city speaks to me. It is always interesting to see how my actual experience of a city compares with my impression before I visit.  Before coming to Austin, ravings were all I heard from friends and family “There’s this gem of a town in the middle of Texas that’s like a bigger…

A Poem instead of a Blog Post, today…

It’s like sitting down in front of a piano – so many possibilities waiting to be played out. But this love isn’t merely the anticipation of a beautiful song – it is the act of getting lost in that song. The feeling of allowing the music to move through you and out the tips of…

You are the Sweetest Ache in my Chest

Today has been one of those days. I felt him in the sun on my run this morning, when I couldn’t tell my tears from sweat. The feeling of missing him has become so apart of me that when I feel any amount of reprieve, it hits that much harder. I find that this process…

And all that jazz…

If I had to describe New Orleans in one word it would be, “Alive.” Culture and history intertwine and permeate the people and places every corner I turned. The first thing I noticed about New Orleans was how the day seemed to start much like it ends: a bottle of vodka in one hand and…

The Nomadic Life

The most ironic part about this “life on the road,” stint is that I have never felt more at home. I find solace in an empty highway, solidarity in a quiet coffee shop, and I finally feel as though I have found comfort in solitude. I feel keenly aware of my mortality, but this realization…

Death as my Teacher; Life the Lesson…

This blog is really difficult to start. I am about to embark on an exciting adventure in the name of love. I have decided to take a hiatus from my every day life, move all of my stuff back to my childhood home, and call my car and the open road home for an indefinite…