Humbled to be on country. So far I’ve travelled on Wajuk, Balardung, Nyaki-Nyaki, Kalaamay, Wangkathaa, Malpa, Ngatjumay, Mirning, and Wirangu. I pay my deepest respects to these and all lands I am soon to cross. To the traditional custodians, their memories and traditions 🙏 . Having completed the ‘Nullarbore’ leg of the trip, I am now in the land of reception, easily accessible water, fields divied up by fences and food shops. To be so isolated is a rare treat. I very quickly lost track of the time, day, and just wrapped the quiet around me like a heavyweighted blanket. Then with no access to google maps, I just sat on one very straight road for approx 15hrs – or so the internet tells me. What a feast.
17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time – and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it. . . Old diary entry – Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.
Film dump @ U.S of A
Film dump @ U.S of A
Film dump @ U.S of A
Film dump @ U.S of A
Film dump @ U.S of A
Film dump @ U.S of A
Film dump @ U.S of A
Film dump @ U.S of A
17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time – and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it. . . Old diary entry – Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.
17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time – and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it. . . Old diary entry – Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.
17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time – and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it. . . Old diary entry – Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.
17.11.22. There is a quiet out here I have not made space for in a very long time – and it is doing things to me. The silence has enveloped me like a magnesium blanket. Sushi rolled in. A burrito with more filling than wrap. Each cell of mine twinkling in thanks. Welcoming the quiet. Alive with it. . . Old diary entry – Day II of crossing country solo. Hungry, apparently.
Privelege of a lifetime is being who you are and there’s no place like a cross country vantrip to really simmer in that one. Home safe. Thanks for joining the antics x
The morning rush.
How it started vs how it’s going. . Amazing what you can do with a jigsaw, youtube, a couple meltdowns and a carpenter to pester with questions.
How it started vs how it’s going. . Amazing what you can do with a jigsaw, youtube, a couple meltdowns and a carpenter to pester with questions.
These past few months have been spent feeling the entirety of the last few (pandemic prone) years. Despite my best efforts, it’s all crept up now I’ve forcefully chosen a slower paced life and the world is opening up again. I have an inkling this is a collective thing. If you’re finally feeling the effects of the last few years, you are not alone my friend. Welcome to the integration. I’m pretty sure what lies on the other side is magic. Big thanks to whoever keeps arranging these nightly sunset. They’re spectacular.
