Wow. way too relaxed with my america trip stories. oh well. This is probably one of the better parts. Check here for disclaimers. So, my first couch surfing experience. I worked into (lets call him) Logans house. He lived in a bedroom in a house of 6 bedrooms and most of his house mates he […]Read more "LA"
Intro, disclaimers etc Here Ryan dropped me at a train station on the edge of the LA metro and i had many hours to get to the LA greyhound station for my bus north, so i thought i would go exploring a bit and see if i could surprise one of my friends, though i […]Read more "Sacramento"
i have been in america for a little over a week and it makes so much more sense being here with the people that i have done life with for so long. The independence. The passion. The guns. The strange politics. The amendments. I have had conversations with one of my best friends as we […]Read more "it makes a little sense"
Over the last few months as I listen to podcasts and youtube clips of politicians and communicators talk about racism and shootings and abuse in jails, the term ‘level playing field’ sometimes gets thrown about. That idea that, equality, is either, when everyone starts with a level playing field, or, some fairy-land ideal that ignores […]Read more "The level playing field."
You take one breath. But that’s not enough. To stay alive you need to take another breath. and another, and another, until the repetitive in and out either makes you feel insane or you forget about it. It becomes second nature. You get thirsty, you drink. You get hungry, you eat. You get tired, you […]Read more "breathing."
Today was a strange day filled with… memories. Both ones I remembered and will remember because it was such a good day. Like a lot of good days I woke up at 5am and couldn’t get back to sleep. So I listened to a book and then… slowly got out of bed to make coffee […]Read more "Purple skinnys and proving my manliness."
Just before I left Australia I had lunch with two of the kindest, loved-filled-est, God-led, beautiful people I know. They had heard God for me, left me with a book, but mostly left me with the idea of pegs, memory cards and slow cookers. They felt like the next season for me would be one […]Read more "Pegs. Stones. Memory Cards. Untils."