Category: Bold

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Composting

When my body wakes me. It’s still dark. I open the window above my bed. The whispering dawn snuggles down. Down into my hair. Down into the space between me and my sleeping bag. Which I sleep in despite the closet full of sheets. The whispering dawn lifts me out. Out into my running shorts. Into my cheetah print bandana. Into my bright blue … Read More Composting

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Half a Year Away, Away (and Happy 300!)

Half a year has gone by since I left Kansas. I’m still learning various currency exchange rates and the metric system, so still going strong (relative phrase). Relativity is a fickle friend. If I think on some of the travelers I have met—Liz and Hadyn in Assisi, who have been backpacking the world since summer 2016, Sara in Mostar, who traveled alone for three … Read More Half a Year Away, Away (and Happy 300!)

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The French Diver

  in a black rubber suit zipped to mid-chest, the two sides flapping in the sea gusts, flapping to the beat of the lurching dinghy and up and up and down down to the choppy Arabian waters, his bare foot braced on the lip of the bow foot tendons flexing, whooping unbridled as the sea spray leaps to his curls— pauses his laughter for … Read More The French Diver

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The Feeling of a Next Step

It happens, sometimes, when I am planning what’s next. I’ll be running from that feeling of restless boredom with the present, chasing a desire to be free and unlimited again. I’ll head to the library. Start pulling any “Best Tramps of New Zealand”, “Hidden Places of the Pacific Islands”, “1000 Things to See in the North Island” sort of books I can find. I’ll … Read More The Feeling of a Next Step

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South by Southwest

I looked at the map. Pointed at Cornwallis Beach. For the sake of direction, not destination. The day was Monday and free as butterfly, and I chucked Dune, my notebook, a Tupperware container of rice, an extra sweater, and my colored pencils in my backpack and cycled to the train station. My launching port would be the Glen Eden train station. Thus equipped, I … Read More South by Southwest

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Open Doors

  It’s when the door slides open cold air disrupting oceans of calm skin, that I feel my desire to abandon this life of ease– I grow bolder the further.  

Creature

  I am a creature of freedom— a creature of freedom. Freedom is tricky. Some days like— mind beats, judgement calls, unsound spectacles unsheathing my soul in sub rosa places only I can see (but boy do I feel). Some days, more like— crawling away hand over hand grubby knees scoot across dust. All the esoteric giggles become covert, stealthy, tainted by criminality.

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Fate of the Fire

  This is the fire, the fate of the fire: to wax and bulge as I gaze upon it and shrivel and splutter when I turn my cheek— my chagrin is great and displeasure bold, for the night ahead is long. But this is the fate of the fire: to catch a waft a minuscule flick and with just a breath to light a … Read More Fate of the Fire

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A Slice of Articulation

What a lovely thing, the written word. When you find that gut-dropping eyebrow-raising turn-of-phrase and you breathe: articulation. That’s me! That’s me written out and articulated! Then you get along with life–you no longer search for what the hell is this mumble of emotions you don’t have to spend your nights where is the justification?! It’s equally good, if not better, to read soul … Read More A Slice of Articulation

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Rushing to Wait

When I grow up, I will settle down near the last train station on the line. It’s where I live now, a five-minute bike ride from the last station on the Western Line. My e-bike whirls as I ride up a long concrete pathway lined with rails. Sometimes the train whooshes right past me, hurtling towards the station faster than I. Inviting me for … Read More Rushing to Wait

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Transmitting a Different Reality

I am building my self-esteem around a sentence: I can learn anything. I’m not great with kids? Not a great runner? Not all that social? Not a published writer? Doesn’t matter, I remind myself (over and over again) being “great” is not my self-worth. I’m not great with kids yet. I’m not a great runner yet. I am learning the balance between Just Josie … Read More Transmitting a Different Reality

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Let the Adventure Free

I am going to thru-hike the Appalachian Trail. Typical response: “But why?” I am walking across the United States, it’ll take me 7 months, I’ll cross 14 states. “But why?” I am going to volunteer on six continents. “Why?” I am going to run 50 marathons in 50 days. “Why!?”