writing

Jenny in a vehicle called The Cockroach.

The Cockroach

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Reindeer hunters in Russia.

Reading to write

I’m writing these days, which means reading too. From Wade Davis: “… the myriad of cultures of the world are not failed attempts at modernity, let alone failed attempts to be us. They are unique expressions of the human imagination and heart, unique answers to a fundamental question: What does it mean to be human…

An iceberg in Antarctica.

Happy Monday

“We will fall completely in love with the Earth,” says Thich Nhat Hanh. “When we are in love with someone or something, there is no separation between ourselves and the person or thing that we love. We do whatever we can for them and this brings us great joy and nourishment. That is the relationship…

A concert in Iceland.

Small stories

I started writing again today . “Maybe I can’t see the big picture and maybe that’s okay; the world doesn’t occur for me that way. I see it all through a maze of details: two rusty wrenches to weight a jigging line, a Q-tip carving lines through a drum dancer’s make-up, the slurping of a…

Jenny in Russia in 2017.

Letters home

Me…Russia, 2017. It’s the last Saturday of the year, and my house is very quiet, which makes it easier for the memories to come back. Here’s a section from my Russia diary for anyone feeling homesick, jarred by change, or unsure just what the hell to do next. It’s okay to be scared sometimes. Dear…