Happy Harvest Blog
Nova Scotia I: Where to begin?
The house is a disaster of garbage. There is no glass and are no screens, and the floors are covered with disintegrating debris that used to be clothing and bedding and paper, etc. There are numerous boots, too, and a few ice skates. None of them seem to match up. The drywall is rotting on the walls, the roof is breached, and the whole thing is tipping, drifting sideways off the dubious “foundation” points.
Attempting Spanish
I’ve been making an effort to learn Spanish and Latin American Spanish with a CD course and a small pile of textbooks and dictionaries. I listen to it in my truck whenever I drive, when I can talk out loud unselfconsciously. I’m determined to be passable in Spanish before I go back to Cuba.
Iceland at your own risk
Iceland is a very helmet-free society. They eschew guardrails, frivolous warning signs, and regulations.If you're stupid or careless enough to trip, slip, fall, or drop your camera or your kids over the edge, well, that's your business.Icelanders are not in the business of protecting anyone from themselves.I. Love. This.
Ísland
There is wild magic here. The dreamworld is very close. Everything raw and numinous lives here, and I feel magic in everything.The wildness in everything is dangerous and thrilling, and this feeling of being completely alive seems somehow close to death. As I clamber around, I find myself breathing gratitude with every step.
Instagram.
I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
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