Nuzzled in a submarine valley of surreality, I am 1,800 meters under water; inhaling sand at the bottom of the world… The Earth is simultaneously blatantly aggressive and dreamlike, and each blink (and rapid closing of my eyes) shuttles me between microcosms, causing vertigo from the ricochet. I am alive, I am stirred. I am drowsing, I am insomnolent. I am asleep, I am entombed. I am inspired, I am still. I am resolute, and I am "cogito, ergo sum" –– thinking...

Over the years, I’ve collected friends like souvenirs carefully selected before a departure. They’re living mementos of my travels and breathing snapshots of moments captured in time. Scattered across the world, we catch up when we can. It’s always nice to receive a “local’s tour” whenever you visit a faraway city, and I enjoy returning the favor when they come to mine. As a woman who often travels alone, remaining present and intentional in a world that demands hypervigilance can...

The Vignette: “Excuse me, did you say that you work with horses?” a deep voice asked. I looked up from my MacBook with a smile in my eyes. He was leaning towards me, so I held his gaze. “Yes, I love horses. I'm an intuitive coach, and I specialize in equine-assisted healing.”  I’d noticed him glance in my direction when I'd mentioned horses to my friend sitting next to me. I knew it had piqued his interest, but I didn’t...