The Magic of Moray

As I sat around the fire, waiting for my hair to dry, Elder (the owner of the lodge we were staying at) offered to take me on a discounted motorcycle ride to Moray the following day. Since the rest of the group was going to Machu Picchu, and I was (literally) drained from the Temazcal…

Changing of the Seasons

Here I find myself again. In between the massive mountains of the Andes. To think I was departing this place exactly 5 months ago is such a bizarre thought, so much has happened since then – it feels like years have passed. Although I must say, it does look quite different this time around. What…

What’s Left Behind

“Is this what dying feels like?”, I thought to myself as I stuffed the last pair of jeans into a heavy duty garbage bag. I realized how hyperbolic that statement was, but the surge of emotions that accompanied it felt quite true. Although the plan is to leave the country for just 7 weeks, In…

Observing Resistance

It was a subtle feeling for me last night. Momentary inertia amongst ideas that were different from mine. But of course, when someone else has a suggestion on what is best for you, that is different from what you think is best for yourself, a sensation of resistance is expected. So I decided to explore…

Loving Loneliness

Trying to understand the human condition of loneliness. Whether in a room full of people, or sitting alone on a park bench, one can still experience a feeling of separateness from everything else, a seemingly broken connection. I think that, in a way, it’s quite egocentric, to cut yourself off with the premise that your difference,…

The past 72 hours.

Words cannot fully describe how much I have learned. Words have much power, but the English language is finite. It’s unable explain the intangible amount of potential that resides within and without us. We live our lives, sheltered by limited expectations and ideologies instilled by our societal, material world, when really, the potential within us is…