Carbonated Bubbles in my Brain

As my journey continues north along the coast of Maine, it is clear that the dichotomy of things happening in my life open up a host of storylines in each day. I’m not just on the road driving, there is a whole life happening far far away that is tethered to me. My journey is not free from distraction, or life’s complications. This trip was … Continue reading Carbonated Bubbles in my Brain

Step Back, the Universe Will Spell it Out

The northern east coast is rocky, rough, curvy and unpredictable. Some beaches are rock formations and some have sand littered with bits of brown seaweed. The smell of the ocean is saltier up north, and there is a consistent fishy smell I can’t quite place but keep experiencing as we travel north. Scoob had a good run this morning without a leash on a deserted … Continue reading Step Back, the Universe Will Spell it Out

Relentless

Sitting in the rig, it’s almost midnight and the rain storms are beating down. The relentless raindrops, thrust themselves onto the roof, the windows, the sides of the van. The winds are strong, and every few minutes, the whole van shakes as though the ground beneath it is made of rubber. The lovely Salem bay is now rough, with waves crashing reminiscent of strong ocean current filled booms. It’s a New England storm, and we’re in the thick of it tonight. Continue reading Relentless

Private Idaho

Traveling using intuition over a map can be quite exhilarating, as many times a map doesn’t tell you everything you are hoping to find when you make a pit stop on the journey. Crossing the boarder into the US was anticlimactic. I didn’t take a boat, wait on a line or drive through transformative scenery. Down a narrow road, I arrived at a small customs stop where I was asked a few questions and waved through. The officer didn’t even ask to see my pet’s papers. Continue reading Private Idaho