I’ll Only Know in the Moment/I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got

Stranger in a strange land. The Man Who Fell to Earth. Will I ever find a place that is home- which can contain these multitudes? “Have you forgotten? You are multitudes. You can never be contained in words or bodies, alone.”

On the Road Again/ A Prelude before Mexico

This is just a very quick summary post- but will he expounded in depth in later posts, blogs, and my second book. In the course of three months, I drove 15,000 miles across America 3, 12 states, 2 countries, 16 National Parks(!), 246.6 miles hiked, first book written, 13,000+ photographs/videos taken or recorded, second book…

A Psalm Across America/ A Poem (Part 2 of 2)

There is a quaking in America.
We rise to meet her
palms faced up,
Our children’s eyes open
Breathing in this
hard-won early morning.
Eyes greeting the sun
Glinted through these tears
We look to see
plant seeders
filling out banquets of fields
They stretch beyond a horizon
in bursts of joy and exaltation.

Landslide/ A Psalm Across America (Part 1 of 2)

Traveling through America, I see how beautiful and robust, teaming with extraordinary lives and landscapes. I’ve driven through this whole country, but feel no closer to understanding it. I have not been able to figure out, at least geographically, why there appears to be a wide dearth between different factions in our country. There are…