
The Sensepiration Files: Adventuring – Part 4, Postscripts
October 31, 2015Those words and images that landed in my travel journal this year need a space to live. What is it…?
Those words and images that landed in my travel journal this year need a space to live. What is it…?
The first weekend in June 2015 was the annual trek to one of my favorite cities in the world. This year I went with a very good friend of mine who actually was the first person I visited NYC with in late 1999. There is much to share about this adventure with nearly 18,000 concrete …
I feel like I’ve done a lot more talking about surf lately than other topics that fill my life. But today an interesting Adweek article landed in my Inbox about the power of social media and how it’s propelled today’s Millennial models in a way we haven’t seen since the days of Linda, Christy, Cindy …
By definition, bucket list items are things we dream of seeing, doing, winning, achieving. Some bucket list items also come with the thrill of the chase. For me, both are the formula for most things at the top of my own list, and they usually entail the words surf or wave. And by surf and …
It’s an interesting thing – that labeling of a girl, classifying her distinctly in one class (a girl’s girl) or another (a guy’s girl). I’ve long known I’m considered the latter and have gradually accepted it, although it’s alternately a curse and a blessing depending on life’s circumstances. I see it generally as something that …
I’m in an intense place this year, healing over the loss of a special friend, and taking from that the lessons this life has to offer. I’m again in that word picture I created in another difficult life moment, where I’m sitting on a rock in a river, the beautiful summer sunlight casting brilliant, blinding …
Extraordinary. Architectural. Breathtaking.
My insides hum with energy when (especially overdue) inspiration happens. To quote my new favorite song, so eloquently written by Elbow, “everybody owns the great ideas, and it feels like there’s a big one, ’round the corner”. That’s how I feel when the white space in my mind floods with color and texture. Like when …
I still talk to you. And bluebirds sing back.