Torched. A piece to fan the flames. Let your mind wander. Let curiosity settle in. That's when the ideas will come. My recent wanderings took me to West Coast, USA. My first stop: California. My first thought: it’s dry. Undeniably, worryingly, almost alarmingly so. During my first week in San Francisco, I headed out for a run along a reservoir; or at least along where I was told to expect one. As I plodded along my route, I found myself in the midst of tall, parched, swaying

Lift. A piece inspired by comfortable uncertainty. The fog settled in and nested itself along the highest peaks in the Faroe Islands. There was a stubbornness about the way it lingered, the way a tuft of cotton catches on a thorn. Cyndi suggested we wait it out, carefully eyeing the pack of hikers above us that were slowly diminishing in distinguishability with each step of their upward trek. “Eighteen,” I counted. As far as we could tell, they weren’t following the cairns la

Cairn. A piece inspired by the limitless. The Faroe Islands were everything they promised to be: untouched, untamed, unaltered, and unwavering. The vast expanses of landscape, dramatic mountains and furrowed valleys, reminded me of the simple freedom nature grants us. The journey across these wild landscapes meant trekking without a clear path to follow. It's a place without signage stating "stop here", "wrong way" or "do not enter". So, at first, there's a feeling of aimless

Fall. Fallen. Fall in. Fall in love. A piece inspired by it all. This weekend, I fell in love with Edinburgh all over again. Saturday found me up before the sun. As much as I relish my beauty sleep, I can't think of a single time that I've regretted waking up & greeting the sun as it rises in the east. Venturing out before the sun is like being in on a secret that the world doesn't know yet. Minutes after sunrise, I started my well-underestimated 26 mile hike, known as the Pe

Revelation. A piece inspired by the Climb. Independent. Stubborn. Optimistic. Blithe. These are the qualities I most identify with and equally take the most pride in -- yet these are the first (okay maybe not stubborn) that seem to fallaway in more relationship-eras than I care to count. In said relationships, I was always ready to latch onto someone else's dreams, jump into the passenger seat and go along for the ride. Looking back on these times, I can't help but wonder, di

Climb. A piece, mostly uninspired. Some of the best days are the days when we don't think about our lives at all. It's in those days that we leave ourselves open for inspiration. Clear minds ready for new thoughts and ideas, and perhaps most importantly, forgiving of expectations. I'll admit, the past couple of weeks have lacked inspiration. "But you took a totally impulsive 36 hour trip to Munich," you'll say. Meh. Munich left me... underwhelmed. Coming off absolutely fallin