Before any trip, break, vacation, I feel uneasy and unsettled. On edge. I am, after all, a lover of the ordinary day. A creature of habit. A homebody steeped in ritual and routine. Now I’m sitting in the space of a sleepless night. Working through it with words. As the distance widens between home and away, …
One year. It’s been nearly one year since I began this blog. Since I started writing regularly. And I’m sitting here in disbelief. That it’s been a full year. That it’s been only a year. Time is funny that way. When I set out a mere several hundred days ago, I never could have known …
One by one, the articles have come across my feed. I’m drawn to click on them all. They resonate and remind of how deep my love of walking lies. But it wasn’t until I read these words from Thoreau on Maria Popova’s beloved Brain Pickings site that I had an epiphany about why: Some, however, …
Dina L. Relles 