Today is the one-year anniversary of Traveling Savage. It’s also my first weekday back in the States after a month in Argentina. The light doesn’t last long here, the snows are high, and I’ve managed to catch my first cold of the season – sounds like the perfect recipe for a little reflection and crystal ball-gazing. Read more...
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…since my earliest memories, I have always yielded to the clock. Punctuality is the implacable force guiding my daily life. Any deviation – any lateness – and my cortisol levels shoot up in sync with my ire. And all around me everything is a ghost, unnoticed and unseen. The only experience is one of expectation, a continuous yearning for the future. What a horrible affliction for a traveler… Read more...
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“…when I think deeply about the nature of hope, I see something tragic. Since we cling to our hope in the future, we do not focus our energies and capabilities on the present moment… Hope becomes a kind of obstacle. If you can refrain from hoping, you can bring yourself entirely into the present moment…” Read more...
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…at the time, six weeks was an unfathomably long vacation. As the trip wore on I could almost feel the worries and fears and mundane things taking up mental space flaking off like old dried paint. In their sudden absence I felt acutely aware of my values… Read more...
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In the course of any stint at a job, perhaps it’s rare to experience the ultimate test of your abilities, to face a reckoning so demanding and monumental that every possible accomplishment thereafter would pale in comparison. In this crucible, failing to recognize the moment as the act of summiting is forgivable. Failing to consider the implications after time has provided perspective, however, is not… Read more...
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A hunter, oft-stubbled and bleary-eyed, driven by an insatiable hunger for exploration and experience - and perhaps a chance to thin the herd of caffeinated and alcoholic beverages. From the highlands and islands to Edinburgh, Glasgow, and the Borders, I explore Scotland with a pen in hand and a fire in the belly (which could be partly from the whisky). Read more!
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