The Future requires Women. — In early 2020, I assembled a team of women to build a 28ft temple for a huge counterculture event in Miami, Florida. Some with build experience, some none at all. All badasses, by their own hands played. I see every project as a chance to bring up at least one…

Seven months later, I’m still not sure where I’m going. — It all began — years ago — with the search for a place to belong. I sprouted in California. Eventually I moved all around it. Then all over the West Coast. Later, I replanted in the South/Eastern US. Then back to the Pacific North West. The West Coast. North Idaho. …

Wanna see how it turns out? — I bought my ticket (July 5th). Just sold my car. Paid first month’s rent on a room with a lovely woman near Coimbra. Planned the dates for a “Goodbye Tour” to see my dearest friends before I jump. Studied Portuguese for the last three years, and worked with a tutor…

(A.K.A. How to be a Rad Human) — I have a philosophy. It’s Big. It applies to everyone with enough courage to believe we’re all born 100% equivalent. That aspiring to reach our most extraordinary expression of “human” — as inherent conduits for the Universe — is a choice that we have all the innate power needed to make. This Is Not For The Faint of Heart. Radical…

Facing new places and fighting for “the right to be here” — I’m a runner. No, you probably wouldn’t guess that by looking at me. My body is not long & narrow & sinewy, seeming desperate for a cookie. Rather, my cookie-pacity is unquestionable. But running has been a crucial part of my life for over 15 years. All those miles over…

Welcome home. Don’t get comfortable. — I grew up in California. My dad was a firefighter. Maybe I’m cut out for this? Or maybe I’m extra especially not. It Went Like This This entire region of Europe has been under extreme weather conditions, and extreme duress. I arrived to my very new homespace under a severe heat warning — 107°F/42°C…

And why I’ll probably do everything possible to never fly with Air Canada again. — Getting to Portugal was a veritable trial. I wouldn’t have expected less, but… Well it was still way, way more than I anticipated. The short version goes that I finally arrived in Lisbon two days later than planned. The long version is… Long. The Air Canada Trials July 5th, Nashville: It’s the official day…

Sometimes your green light turns red. “Today’s the day,” I said in my head. I couldn’t function far enough to combine bowl + cereal, let alone find a spoon, but the words sang clear as wren songs through my brain whilst my one eye was still sleep-glued shut. Then it…

Living a life with what you can carry has an adjustment period. — I’m eleven days into my transition to Portugal. I’ve packed what I’m taking into one backpack that just-about-barely meets the size limitations of carry-ons. I’ve made it through the first two legs of my journey: Denver/Fort Collins, Colorado and Asheville, North Carolina. It’s been pretty smooth. Mostly. …