Tag: God

May 18, 2018 – Sierra Foothills, California

God, I hope to be half as good of a father. …if I ever am a father. It’s a Friday night, and Meibao brought Cassidy (a new “WWOOFer”) and I to a local musical performance. The band is …

May 13, 2018 – Yosemite National Park, California

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom… I think to myself as I jam my left foot into the crack. At least I talked to her the other day. With no cell service at the farm, and certainly none in this …

April 25, 2017 – Trout Lake, Washington

I have better things to do with my time. I barely even know these people. Kya is only seventeen. Are these legitimate reasons to avoid participating in a sauna with Jack and his family and friends, or just …

June 23, 2016 – Somewhere over Wyoming?

Part 1: Departing Flight “Mir. Sleep.” I’m writing a note to myself on my hand – a reminder to inform Miriam that she can sleep on my bed in the tool shed while I’m gone if she so …

June 22, 2016 – Hungry Horse, Montana

“You have a routine of change,” Miri says to me as we hike down from a waterfall in Columbia Mountain, where we had a brief midday meditation session. We’re talking more about my lifestyle – our views on …

April 24, 2016 – Helena, Montana

If I didn’t know I was in Montana, this place would make it apparent. I mean… the door handles are actual deer antlers. The ten commandments are displayed on a stretched out animal hide. I take a seat …

April 3, 2016 – Helena, Montana

Has it been a year and a half…? My father would be ashamed. I’m thinking about anything other than the lyrics on the projector screen. Anything to shield my ears. Nice church, though. New. Welcoming. My new hosts …

End: Year One, Lutsen, Minnesota

Reflections: 2015. The most challenging and rewarding year of my life thus far. The world has opened up to me in a way in which I never knew was possible. Or possibly, I never knew which way to …

September 24, 2015 – Finland, Minnesota

“Hoo, hoo hoo…” Almost as if on cue, we’re greeted by a horned owl as we walk towards the grove. My host is leading the way, torch in hand. He gently strikes the gong with a mallet before …