I wasn’t always outside in time for sunrise, but I was greatly rewarded every time I made the effort to see it.
You know that feeling you get when you spend time at a place and you really connect to that place but you know it’s time to leave that place? I got that feeling this year. I also got the feeling that I might be going back to that place at some point, and that made leaving much easier. Continue Reading →
My winter road trip is not just a bundle of fun (but it is that, too!). I am still working, after all. Among my projects is a series of three workshops for the Growing Hope Initiative at Grimal Grove, a nonprofit urban farm in Big Pine Key, Fl., in February. If you attend all three, you receive a discount. A portion of each admission fee goes to the Growing Hope Initiative! Workshops will be limited to 20 attendees, so please consider preregistering with me (info below).
If I must be specific, I don’t exactly live in a tree. It’s a treehouse in a Live Oak tree. I’m volunteering at an artist retreat in Florida, and I had my choice of staying in a bus, which I’ve also never done, or living here, and I chose here because … it’s a treehouse. Continue Reading →
Just like a typical person’s “vacation” doesn’t involve sleeping in unheated/unair-conditioned accommodations, hard physical labor or getting lost in a place where you don’t speak the language, eagerly heading off to places highlighting some of the worst of humanity doesn’t often top the list. Granted, I’m not on “vacation,” rather I’m taking a three-month road trip–a winter break from farming in Kentucky–to see the Mid-Atlantic and Southeast U.S. and volunteer on farms in Florida. It just so happens that two museums highlighting two horrific human acts are located in my travel path, and so I had to go. Continue Reading →
Climbing on top of Indian Arch in the Red River Gorge was part of my tour-guide offerings for my British visitor. Photo by Jenny Leitch
It’s not a stretch to say I’ve met hundreds of people as I’ve traveled around the world. Some of these people came and went, some of them I see on Facebook and nowhere else, and some of them have stuck with me. I’m thankful for all of them. It doesn’t often happen, but now and then, someone I met out there comes here. It’s a weird convergence of two worlds, my traveling self and my self at home.
This just happened when my friend David visited the U.S. from England for two weeks. He and I met hashing (the running and drinking thing I do) three years ago in Belgium, hashed together a few times there, and also hashed together in London. When he first started talking about a trip to the U.S.–probably a year ago–he said he wanted to go places and see things that people visiting the U.S. don’t usually experience. Living in rural Kentucky, I was pretty confident I could deliver. And after the past two weeks, I feel like I gave it a darn good try. Continue Reading →