A Postcard From Barcelona: Bathroom Dance Parties

All over Europe and the U.S I have been able to manage this sort of travel quite well except in Barcelona. During our 5 days there, my best friend and I kind of got sucked into the tourist spots and couldn’t find our way out. We asked for suggestions but everyone kept pointing us in the same direction. As if we were living in Groundhog Day

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Harvesting Happiness in Tuscany

So much of the beauty in life is born from the absence of preconception. Just allowing things to be whatever they will be without projecting anything onto it. Letting this thing affect you, happen to you and unfold around you. It’s about living inside of moments. Being whoever you are inside of that moment without alteration.

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Socrates the Self Aware

The most important truth we can find is our own. It is that truth that we have to live with every moment from the second we are conscious to the second we die. It is the one that shapes our perspective and commands our actions towards others and towards ourselves.

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Letting Go In the Name Of Growth: A Hippie’s Tale

My friends love to tease me for my hippie-like tendencies. I meditate daily, study the teachings of The Buddha, and refuse to kill bugs on my bedroom wall (unless they’re mosquitos. I have a theory about why it’s okay to kill them…a different story for a different day.)

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Wild Hair, Furry Slippers and You

You introduce me to strange and wonderful characters I never dreamt I’d meet. You paint me pictures of faraway lands and distant pasts and anticipated futures. You breathe life and knowledge into me and I am your agreeable vessel.

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A Postcard From Cork

There’s an unparalleled type of magic and an unequivocal vitality in a traditional Irish session. It is imbued with heritage, soul and illusion. To bear witness to one is to temporarily become a part of the the laughter, joy, hope and struggle of a culture.

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The Succulent: A Survival Story

Just one moment. What is that? A strange thing you’re emitting. What I mistook for demure silence is actually… Is that pride? Yes, look at you, wearing your own flesh with vitality, audaciously displaying all of your resplendent radiance. How strange, almost like there’s strength beneath all that scrumptious skin.

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