Field Notes from a Wanderlust Soul
Musings on magic, memories, & mischief.
There are people who walk through this world with a kind of cool that can’t be manufactured. My brother Jimmy was one of them. He once told me he was always trying to catch up to me. I was almost two years older than him—just 25 days short of that. But in so many ways,... Continue Reading →
Some songs come from memory.Others come from mystery. This one was born from both—from a stone, a sky full of tears, and the half-remembered ache of someone who may or may not have existed but whose presence shaped me all the same. We never truly met, but I carry a piece of a geode said... Continue Reading →
for James and Yoska - two souls I once almost knew When the sky cries,I remember you—not as you were,but as you whispered throughsong, stone,and silence. A face half-seen.A name passed gentlyfrom one heartbeat to the next.Was it real?Was it dream? Does it matter? Because something in mestill carries your half of the world—the polished... Continue Reading →
Gravity & Grace —a dream I am wings now.Not broken, not borrowed—but born from the acheof becoming. You reach for me,not to hold,but to steady the breezeas I take first flight. We entangle in wonder,not to vanish,but to deepenthe shape of who we are. You embrace menot to contain,but to witnesswhat flies freelywhen love doesn't... Continue Reading →
Field Notes from a Wanderlust Soul 