i keep starting to write a post, but life is kind of hard to put into words right now. instead, i am distracted by adventures, stretching for hundreds of miles from the beach in baja california to the frosty northern lights. here at the end of october, things seem possible again, which is strange way to feel in the foothills of winter. i am excited to go hunting in the cold months.
it's been a while.
september evaporated into the heaviness of the past few weeks. i’ve been surrounded by reminders of the fragility of the body, the tenuousness of life. i find myself thinking, “this last winter was so hard. thank god the summer’s here to redeem us.” but then i look up and realize the summer’s already gone and we’re staring straight into another winter. loss is a...