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alone. knows. no longing noise of the mind eclipses the intelligent sensitivities of the heart. alone. knows. hand in hand or divided our language together can never be lost.

Él Remate

Log: 20th June 2016 • Sitting by the lake in Él Remate. It’s overcast and a light shower has just cleared. There are people playing in the water and it’s quiet and tranquil as I listen to the birds sing. They fly just above the water, creating concentric, emanating rings, weaving and dancing with each…

Succumbing to Vulnerability

Log: 14th May 2016 • It’s been a little over a week since I left San Marcos, a village on the lake of Atitlan in Guatemala. I have moved onto the next leg of my journey, heading north to Mexico and I find myself in San Cristobal. The weather is cool and crisp and there’s comfort…

My Journey

How did I get here? • I have never consider myself to be much of a writer or even someone well with words but for long enough I’ve allowed that excuse to stop me from moving deeper into another creative facet of myself. One of the sole reasons I decided to begin blogging was so that…