Three years ago, I decided to sell everything and leave the small river town I called home. I wanted to see the country instead of being stuck in just one part of it. I wanted to feel the energies of new places and different people, and I wanted to experience the glories of history. My adventures are a constant struggle between fear and courage, but we humans are explorers and pioneers, and we find our inner strength when the end state is the absolute unknown.
Hiking is one of the few activities where there is no shortage. There are countless mountains to conquer, waterfalls to see and views to take in.
Nature offers something that being indoors simply can’t. It is motivating to walk among the trees and tramp along the trails, focusing on nothing more than the path ahead. You notice the shape of broken tree branches, how a blade of grass reacts to the wind flowing through it, and how clouds form into shapes and images.
“Energy rightly applied and directed will accomplish anything.”
I get asked on a daily basis WHY am I traveling solo.
“Who are you here with?” curious people often ask when we become acquainted during my travels.
“Um, by myself,” I reply.
“Wow, that’s really courageous!” they exclaim, wide-eyed.
I’m willing to bet that most of you out there have asked yourself, “How can I travel when I don’t have much money?” or, “How can I travel if I have kids?” or maybe your biggest fear isn’t how will you make money on the road, but what would your family and friends think of you if you went on the road?
Chances are these very thoughts have indeed crossed your mind (they cross all of our minds at some point!) and there’s also a chance you haven’t found any answers. As a result, you’ve still yet to take that first step, and start traveling, and as time passes by, you start to wonder if you’ll ever see and experience any other place other than your hometown. Many of you though, live by the “What ifs?” instead of the “Why nots?” Before you know it, ten years goes by and you’re suddenly in your late thirties, wondering, “What the fuck happened?”
I was born to ride the wild winds of passion, surf the turbulent oceans of despair, and relentlessly explore the great vastness of the crazy world – until my body collapses in ecstatic exhaustion. I fall in love with impractical things, I believe in the improbable, pursue the impossible and find beauty where others can’t see it. My soul is winged, always seeking out adventure. I am free with a fiercely sensitive heart. I’m light and airy, yet I never lack depth. I’m a balmy breeze, casually caressing arms lovingly, suddenly here, suddenly there, then suddenly gone. I’m a thousand grains of precious pink sand, slowly slipping through soft fingertips, one by one. I can never be contained, because I’m not meant to be.