costa rica. how you have been so much to me. the scariest playground. you've taught me to grow up. and that i am not a walk in the park. i have to be honest and say that before coming here i viewed myself as quite the easy walk in friendship park... and after coming here.... and hiking and hiking and hiking, and thinking, and thinking and thinking ( Read more... )

if i start speaking of what i have learned i will have to say nothing, and secrets, in order to keep the power of the lesson strong ( Read more... )

too strong ( Read more... )

today i voted with the dollar and i broke down and bought things that made me feel like a girl

days in the wilderness not smelling good and wearing the same outfit which still smells from the last trip with do that to you.. what do you do when you're whole wardrobe is quickdry tech wear... le sigh

point being i bought some things that make me feel ( Read more... )

i just hiked across the country of costa rica

i speak spanish now, pretty damn well

i thought my head off

i'm tired!!!

i'm like a parent for 5 teenagers, but i only exposed them to danger and challenge and sometimes forget to check if they brushed their teeth or had bad dreams or too many bug bites

i broke my camera

the one person i want to hang out ( Read more... )

 ok, well, let's just up the intensity ( Read more... )

 am i too crazy passionate?
am i too crazy

i have all of these crazy ideas and 
i seek out the same

i mean
i guess it's turned out good so far

i have a fair trust in things
and the guitar solo in happiness is a warm gun

why would i give up this kind of crazy
for another?

main drain lame brain
or a veces un pequito irrational... or at least seemingly so
i mean ( Read more... )

 tengo que ir a la cama, pero no puedo ahora. estoy pensando mucho mucho mucho y he tenido suenos muy locos. por ejemplo, anoche, mi mama me dijo que "kendra, why are you doing this to me?" ella fue lloriendo (sp) mucho.... no bueno.... yo quiero me acuesto pronto,... y me voy a hacerlo,... pero... ahora...... ahora.......voy a escribir mas.... he ( Read more... )

there was an image lost
when i blinked 
and went looking for something

a sidetrack to explore
joy
and confusion

the ground is a holy container
       each pebbled thought 
crystalized
within the pools of water that collect on its surface

here in each drop that seems to make the bottom more clear 
and simultaneously
more other worldly 
are the thoughts that ( Read more... )

 
i said snazzy
but i meant me
i meant meaning
i meant that we should really
reconsider
the way we tie our shoes
and bend over

the space between my knees was shaky
i licked the tenderness
with a bit of song
and muddy beer

i shook my head in disbelief
denial
and self observation

and we jangled all the way
all the way to corn bread
the mist was my best friend
and my ( Read more... )