The Shape of Now

  “Travellers don’t know where they’re going. Tourists don’t know where they’ve been.”   –Hostel wall, Inverness I still don’t know why I’m on this journey, and though much of it was carefully planned, the actual shape of it is still unfolding. My journal is packed to bursting, as is my heart and my mind, … Continue reading The Shape of Now

Bus Stop Song

My last car was knocked off the road back in 2008. I’d just visited the Trees of Mystery and was on my way out of Crescent City when a truck coming the other way turned left in front of me. I stood on the brake and managed to get down to about 35 before we … Continue reading Bus Stop Song