with the end of summer drawing near. the sun setting minutes earlier each day. and cooler currents whipping in. a vacay was in order. successfully hijacked this guy (sorry twitterverse for causing such a scare 😉 grabbed essential holiday tools: bundles of yarn, bikini, an adventurous attitude. and relaxed for the last days of the season before the real world takes over.


the sways and sashays of dizzying dying days of summer. heated moments resulting in pendulum moods. that swing from bloated boredom to glowing elation. and twirl back for another round of emotional roulette. where senses are winners. and in the glowing breeze of august. against the crashing contrast. i feel buoyant. airy. swept into the embers of this season’s tumultuous flame. 


my polka dots drain. run. scatter. melting away from my essence. artifacts of creative avenues. once cultivated. giving rise to novel expressions. bubbles of boundless wonders. but now escape in purposeless puddles. helpless against the abyss of loss. the little light left. flooding dark rooms with opportunity. i reach for it. a disoriented damsel. in desperate search for new dotting techniques.


daily internal struggle of contrast. wonderful – dreadful. hideous – attractive. emotional – numb. binary lines of yes and noes. little conflicting mantras. slicing through my psyche. where i lose and find. love and hate. every shadow poised to pin me with negative notions. attempting to overbear the strands of glowing hope. and reign. but light must win. triumph. even when she seems outnumbered.

 

repetition is life’s practice. an echo of past and future selves. blending together into a form. familiar. residence for this refugee. a space within that welcomes all versions of this traveler. the seeker. the one who resides in between the beams of brick establishments. takes shelter in herself. learns to bend with each new position. and finds harmony in the chaos.

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a malleable meadow expanding under each footfall. giving space to grow into uncharted terrain. there is vibrancy in the air. pulsing with the openness of opportunity. here. i begin to walk. finding comfort in ambiguity. saunter into summer skies. spotted with clouds of intrigue. that barely fade before dawn. and provide a pastel palette. free. with which to draw-in the unforeseen.

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lights of bustling landscapes quietly flare. twinkling reminders of potential adventure avenues. that course outward into darkness. await. for the right connection to form. no-rush. no need to push against temporary walls. who crumble under the flows of time. and give way to unguarded spaces. exposing the hidden magic. when the mind let’s go. and the hush of night takes over.

To explain my month’s absence, here are photographic slices of my latest journey:

I’ve been to Hel and back! Literally. Biked 35km through Hel, Poland

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Stormed the largest available castle

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Celebrated a beautiful union

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And experienced some local flavors:

Owl sporting gypsies

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Religious parades

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Sun-splashed alley cafes

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and goat fur trader.

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The trip then turned from summery Eastern Europe to a water-themed Icelandic adventure. That started with sea ice

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Flowed into epic rainy hikes

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Gushed into rivers and waterfalls

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After waterfall

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To unnamed waterfall caves — complete with a snow/ice floor

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Days of camping on crumbling cliffs

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With a sample of pampering

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Sulfuric hot springs

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That gave rise to white-out driving

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And a snorkleing moment where, through the linkage of friends, we bridged the gap between the North American and European continental shelf

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No matter how many times I venture out — either solo or with new/old friends — my heart is filled. And yet left a bit thirsty. For there is always more to discover!

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through the thicket. under pass. and open on to wandering’s wonders. utopia. the edge of fear and curiosity. anticipation wells over the next bend. and my core nature soars. in these silent woods there is only me. explorer. sponge soaking in the succulent landscapes. a place where i can be myself. alone and free. trekking into the falling light of discovery.

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against the vast sapphire sphere flits a jackdaw. in black and green. constantly distracted by all the shiny. savory. and at times apathetic aromas of life. until whoosh. a daunting gust. and time catches up. ensnares. takes on the heavy hand of indifferent momentum. where one can be dragged into the ether. or ride the unrelenting updraft. prepared for unknown variables.