(A brief collection of photos, poems, prayers and thoughts from across Mexico and Guatemala.)
Lately I’ve been in a really good place mentally. The longer we travel, the more capable I feel of working through things: the hardships, ups and downs, of constant life on the road. My capacity for straight chillin’, the enjoyment and great appreciation of the simple luxuries this lifestyle affords, is ever-expanding. I find myself daily grateful, thanking everything for everything. These writings speak of that place.
When I sit (solitude)
It’s as if god rests his entire being down on you gently. Like how softly the barber chops (avoiding the ear), like the nurse takes your blood pressure, like how you talk in the morning soft and frazzled new.
Woke up this morning and felt the dry dirt I was sleeping on. Birds chirping beautiful. Thanks for the sun, the fence blocking the sun from my eyes, and the cool ocean breeze. Thanks for the ritual of new morning, fresh. Thanks, praise etc.
Shine through me lord, shine through me lord, wash over me lord, wash over me lord X100
Shot on Portra 400 & Kodak Plus-X 125