As a smallish – possibly too curious and too obstinate – child, I would play outside in my bare feet until I could no longer see my hand in front of my face. Lest you believe my parents condoned this behavior, let me assure you many attempts were made to contain my enthusiasm for exploration and harness my imagination in a way that would not thwart my spirit. It was a failed experiment. During this shoeless play time I was stung and bitten by many things, cut and bruised, more than one trip to the emergency room was warranted. But none of it dampened my need to uncover magic.
To this day, I cannot be kept inside for long. Or even in the same town. My feet just seem to start moving on their own. I think of myself as a catch and release magic hunter. I find extraordinary things – or maybe I simply find the beautifully peculiar hidden in plain sight within those things – and I share it. Then I let it go.
I have uncovered enchantment in places that may seem obvious: India, Tuscany, Slovenia, any coast. And in perhaps some unexpected places: along the highway, my own tiny backyard, nondescript shopping centers. There is no where magic isn’t.
It is with passion that I share my meanderings. Guided by an insatiable curiosity of people and places, and the exquisite beauty of this big ball of dirt we call home, I cannot help but marvel at all of life.
Who knows where I’ll go next. Maybe you have an idea. Maybe I will write or explore just for you.
Here’s to meeting somewhere along this great rambling path.
Now go outside and play!