In preparation for a trip to Japan, I’ve been reading Canadian writer, Will Ferguson’s novel: “Hitching Rides with Buddha”. It’s been a light and wonderful story of his adventure hitchhiking the entire length of Japan. It was chapter 6, however, that provoked me.
Read MoreI awoke to blinding lights beaming through my window. The whole floor shook, something like an earthquake. When the train passed through, there was no ignoring it. The howling of the rails and the chatter of voices filled the night. I looked at my watch: 3 am.
Read MoreVolunteering or finding a work trade, is one of my favourite ways to see the world. It’s the chance to live with local people, diving into local projects and local businesses. It’s an experience of what it means to live somewhere and the people you meet make it even more worth it. Through this exchange, we reinvent the cost of travel, harnessing the currency of skills and labour.
Read MoreIt’s a dying wisdom, how to care for the womb. I hear women talk about their crippling cramps, about missed periods, about taking pain killers so they can still work out. Periods are not taught to us properly. There’s so much we don’t know.
Read MoreIt’s the small talk at the dentist’s office or perhaps the hair dressers, “Are you a student? Are you visiting? Where do you normally live?” Our lives don’t fit these questions. Our lives are not of the conventional type. There’s no 9-5 job. There are no car payments. There are no student loans later followed by student debt. We don’t ‘live’ anywhere.
Read MoreDeep burgundy reds
On sunny yellows,
Turquoise
And every shade of blue.
And orange, there is always orange.
