We’re living in a similar day to that of the Age of Exploration, where change is taking place at a rate where the information we decide to omit from our daily lives has become more essential than what we choose to let into our consciousness.
My name is Leonardo, Leonardo da Vinci, as I’m from the Tuscan hilltop town of Vinci, outside of Firenze, Italy. All my life, I’ve been driven by one thing: Curiosity.
My contemporaries know me primarily as a painter, an artist; but I consider myself much more than that. I’m a student of life, and find myself endlessly fascinated by the ways in which the world works and how it’s all connected.
I’ll tell you a story:
In 1487, when I was thirty-five-years-old, the authorities of Milano were seeking an architect for their cathedral. …
There are several aspects of reading lengthy books over 1,000 pages that I find rewarding. First is the pacing. The story has more than enough time to develop and progress slowly, delicately, gradually.
As a reader, you gain insight into the lives, the backstory, and the essence of each character. …
I wanna hoop. Looking through the board of glass,
Translucent and scuffed up,
On the other side clouds of dawn
Give way to the morning sun.
The morning sun shines down on me,
I’m grateful for my breath,
Breath, puffing on the court,
Air pumping through my lungs
With each dribble of the ball,
Memories with friends and family
My spirit yearns to have it;
I walk past courts all the time and avert my gaze,
Don’t want to think I won’t come back,
That I won’t ever feel the leather in my hands again,
That I won’t shoot a ball…
On On the Camino de Santiago rainy mornings give way to crisp afternoons, where all one must do is take the next step, and then the next.
My dream is to one day hike the Camino de Santiago like Paulo Coelho in his book The Pilgrimage. The journey takes Coelho from Southwest France to the shrine of the apostle Saint James the Great, in the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela in Galicia, Spain.
This is the story of a walk — imbued with history, a connection with nature, and the enrichment of one’s spirit.
I’ve read The Pilgrimage several times…
The first time I witnessed the epic Xbox game known as Halo 2, I was awestruck. It was being played by the son of one of my mom’s best friends and he was about 10 years older than me.
For those of you who haven’t had the experience of being a 10-year old boy, let me explain what it’s like when you meet a 20-year old man.
It’s basically the best day of your life. Comparable to meeting a movie star or famous athlete, 20-year-olds are about as cool as they come. They can drive, they usually have beautiful girlfriends…
I’m grateful for the sunshine that warms my skin when I feel blue. I step outside and feel its embrace take hold.
I’m grateful for my body that’s brought me here to this edge of land and sea. I try to stand up straight as often as possible; I strive to nurture my body and treat it with respect. We’re in the fight together, resting, building, strengthening, falling.
My shoulders bear the weight of the thoughts in my mind, but they get lighter every day as I learn how to deal with what I can’t control and take pride in…
This is my commonplace book, a place to connect what I see with what I think, a place to store my interests and thoughts and explore my soul.
I use Evernote to create and build upon my curiosities. There’s not much rhyme or reason; I like the idea of the commonplace book because of this.
My journals are where the joy doesn’t just come from the words, but the writing in the margins, the scribbling of waves like I always did in school, the feel of the pen and paper.
Part of the exploratory journey of writing a story begins…
Waiting, looking, hoping for the next experience, where I take to the road with not much more than my spirit and a camera, books and a pen, lost to find my way.
Every new day, we create our experience. Like chapters in our lives, our experiences make us more introspective or extrovert, because we’re out of our routine, thinking on our feet, and reacting to the world.
An experience means we’re in it, encountering a shift in our reality. It may correspond with new — a foreign place, an anticipated event, beginning a job, dealing with an abrupt personal conflict.
I’ve been contemplating a decision for a while now, since I left my job at the beginning of quarantine.
Do I strive to write for money, or do I continue to write strictly as a hobby, a passion, untainted by the lust to make writing my profession?
There’s no clear answer. Yet, today, I felt almost awakened by something in my heart and soul that said, go for it.
I love writing more than anything in the world. I can write all day like I did today, working on several projects, and still feel like I’ve run out of time…
These are my loose sheets, heartfelt stories, and field notes, exploring what it means to be alive.