Category Meanderings

To be roofless again

Life as a wandering nomad the past few years has changed me. It has woken my soul and I’ve found it is restless. Out there I was always hiking, jogging in the woods, kayaking, etc. I loved exploring new grounds and finding new adventures. It kept me alive in spirit. Before, I used to sit… Continue reading

Solitude in the rain

Rain has a way of driving people away and inside, emptying the earth of inhabitants. Those are the times I feel freer – even in the city. It’s when a new, secret world comes to life, calling out to my soul to come and play. I decide to go for swim — a favorite thing… Continue reading

Losing a best friend

I remember when I first saw him in high school. His sister, a good friend of mine, pointed across a campus yard and said, “That’s my brother.” He looked a bit like Harry Potter with his backpack and glasses and the way he trudged to class. I met him later at their home and it… Continue reading

“You’re too solitary”

An old flame once told me I was too solitary when I spoke of the need for alone time in the woods and how much I relished being by myself. She understood to an extent but didn’t quite get the depth of it. She called me her lone wolf. Maybe it has to do with… Continue reading

Melancholy

Every few weeks I get a regular visitor named Melancholy. At first she slips in ever so subtly until I begin to feel her weight in my body. I used to fight her presence, running from her or doing whatever it took to keep her from taking ahold of me. I didn’t like the way… Continue reading

Re-learning the language of limits

A lesson I’ve learned from Mr. Lyme is knowing my limits. I’ve been a rebel since my childhood days where I have a propensity to push boundaries as far as I can to see what would happen. Constantly pushing and probing has been the modus operandi of my life — I didn’t know how not… Continue reading

Dreams of running

These days I often have dreams of running. I haven’t been able to run for a good while since being knocked down by Mr. Lyme. The last time I ran was the day I crashed hard afterwards and knew something was seriously wrong. The running dreams are usually beautiful. I’m running effortlessly with unlimited energy… Continue reading

Bad days

I didn’t feel so hot when I woke up this morning so I knew I was in for a long day. My acupuncture physician has reminded me even though I’ve turned a major corner in my healing process, that there will always be an occasional bad day due to the nature of the beast. It… Continue reading