Posts tagged travel
Windows and Wildflowers: From Yorkshire, England to Brighton, Cornwall, and Back Up Again

Besides not getting the 'melt-in-your-mouth' salmon that was expected on the flight (had never reserved a meal before), Sean being hassled for a good half hour on our arrival to Dublin,  breaking a sweat while pretending not to run as we nearly missed our fight(s), and having to chug nearly 40oz of water before going through security, our trip over was quite uneventful. 

Travel for enjoyment, what a beautiful gift that is, making those minor hiccups nothing but an itty-bitty passing moment.

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Do What Makes You Feel Good: Kourtney's Message to Her Younger Self + How She's Approaching Life After Two Months Spent Traveling New Zealand

As I write this I feel a bit like I’ve traveled back the 18th century,

Although the light comes from a battery powered head lamp flickering from the flapping tarp above me. The words flow from clicking keys instead of feather dipped ink. It's raining just enough induce calm, but the obnoxious wind manages to keep me awake. Occasional lighting strikes periodically steal my attention, counting the seconds until thunder. Finally, immersed in this beautiful night, I regenerate my intuition and creative thoughts. Expanding upon the last four months’ lessons learned and watching it grow deeper roots and strong stems within my thoughts.

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A Two Part Update On Endurance, Freedom, and What It Means To Have An Active + Healthy Soul

Two thousand steps represent half way. Steps so steep you can stick your hand out and touch the old wooden stair case in front of you. After a discouraging few days of doctor appointments and excessive napping, I needed this. I wanted this. Edmund Hillary (the first man to summit Everest) started with Mount Ollivier, therefor no better place for me to redeem my strength. Gazing up at 1,933 meters of elevation gain, thirteen-kilogram pack strapped tightly around my waist, to divert the weight off my shoulders, I dug up every endurance story I could remember; I think I can, I think I can.

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Farm Life & What It Taught Me

July 11th through July 23rd, 2015. Step back. Breathe. Step back even further, and breathe even deeper. Here I am, out on a farm in the middle of no where. Surrounded by the gentle hum of silence, the distance chirping of birds, and the whistling of wind through the old barn doors. A place that forces me to rest, something that I so desperately need to do.

Far too often I find myself complicating things. I think that if I'm not moving, then I'm not being productive. This is all wrong, every single word of it. Don't think for a second that taking time for yourself is a waste of time, and don't you dare look down on yourself for doing it. So, that all being said, you should try to make 'doing nothing' a priority...

This is my attempt at just that.

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A New Perspective

Here I am, sitting at my new office watching the sun start its day just like I am starting mine. As I look out through this dirty window, I see all the things I want to achieve, create, think, eat and explore, just on the other side of this smudged pane of glass. It’s been ten years since my family took an around the world trip, seven years since I spent a month in rural Nicaragua, five years since I graduated high school and fled to Scotland, three years since I spent time with my family in Europe and just over two years since I decided to spend all my money and travel around Turkey for a month. A lot of time has passed, a lot of me has changed, but the core of my being feels almost exactly as it did in 2005: curious, timid, excited, scared, strong, happy, lost but never, ever alone.

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Being Nowhere

I just practiced yoga. It was amazing, so naturally I now feel amazing. I am in Hayfork, California. It has been cloudy for the past couple days, when finally out of nowhere, patches of blue sky and sunlight fill the world around me. It took many months for yoga to feel like something I wanted to do every day. Sure, I always felt amazing afterwards, and the idea of doing it every day seemed very appealing…but I didn’t have that drive. Now come 2 o’clock, if I haven’t done yoga yet, I get this itching feeling like I have not reached the fullest potential of my day. Then I do it and BAM, all is well.

As my stay in the wilderness of California continues, I realize that there is something incredible about being in the middle of nowhere. It’s hard to describe (unless you’re actually in the middle of nowhere) but I’ll give it a try.

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