write on

Where o where do I want to be, these edges of town are pulling at me as is the desire to just be free sometimes I’m unsure what it is I need. Every time the seasons change I feel the need to rearrange, some think this constant shift is strange, as I move from sea to mountain range. Parts of me just want out,  they prick my skin and scream and shout certainties fall in to doubt as I wonder what this is all about. It’s hard for me to just stay home, always taken by the need to roam and churn still water into foam, always cramped within a comfortable dome. I need new scenes to fuel my words so all the voices can be heard no matter how gentle or absurd they must unfold like wings of a bird. Though occasionally it helps to just re-group, when thoughts spin my mind like a hoola-hoop I get caught up in a jumbled loop, needing to nestle like a hen in a coop. Being still can be good when life’s too much, over run by decisions, ideas and such, times when I find myself needing a crutch perhaps home gives a hand not an evil clutch. *AMK 

I've wanted to re-do the interior of my bus since the day I bought it and the time has finally come! Hopefully he'll be ready to roll with the spring thaw... step 1: the floor 🚌💙 #herewego

The last couple weeks were unpredictable and exhausting but I finally spent time in these pages 📘☀️ #ontheroad