Freedom can choke you if you don’t know how to handle it.

Am I making something worth while?I’m not sure.I write and I sing and I hear words from time to time about my life and choices making ways, into other lives, other hearts,but am I making...

I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the...

It’s just as hard to go back to a place you once left, as it is to leave it again.

To be a great writer, you must be nomadic. I’d recommend the hunter/gatherer lifestyle for anybody serious about being nonsensical.

I had some terrific experiences in the wilderness since I wrote you last – overpowering, overwhelming,” he gushed to his friend Cornel Tengel. “But since then I am always being overwhelmed. I require it to...

All my life I have been a nomad.

Born at Letterman Army Hospital. I never actually lived in San Francisco. It’s not my home town, but then, I don’t have one. I’m a nomad…a gypsy…an Army Brat. Put me on an airplane, send...

If this were so; if the desert were ‘home’; if our instincts were forged in the desert; to survive the rigours of the desert – then it is easier to understand why greener pastures pall...

When I travel, I feel more like a nomad than a tourist.

Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from...

it’s something rebellious about picking up and leaving buying a one way ticket and not knowing when you want to return.

I was running and deliberately lost my way. The world far off and nothing but my breath and the very next step and it’s like hypnosis. The feeling of conquering my own aliveness with no...

I woke up early and took the first train to take me away from the city. The noise and all its people. I was alone on the train and had no idea where I was...