on diana

With the breath of the goddess insinuating through the firs, summer died and numb-edged boulders began to whisper of the chill. It was a Friday morning off work and I had chosen a simple trail in a nearby state park. A 7:00am departure from the trailhead meant that by the time I reached my secret…

on nostalgia

In which I cannot escape wasting time in coffeeshops because I cannot escape myself.

on regret

I haven’t listened to that much classical music.

What Hiking Taught Me About Singing: Movement IV

Movement IV: The Spiritual Experience I thought of the concept for this post (and the whole blog, actually) on a recent hike. A short one due to time constraints, so I wasn’t aiming to break any records. I initially intended to take a well-worn favorite path to a secluded rock formation where I like to…

What Hiking Taught Me About Singing: Movement III

Movement III: What Do We Say to the God of Death? “Not Today.” All you Game of Thrones fan, remember Arya’s “dancing” instructor, Syrio? There’s only one god, he says. The god of death. His Nietzschean flavor of Buddhism is born of the rough circumstances of his world, where life is cheap and hard. In…

What Hiking Taught Me About Singing: Movement II

Movement II: The Path Doesn’t Care About You The path is not neatly arranged just for your convenience. Every step is a negotiation with the indifferent earth below you, and a choice made out of a handful of possible options. A downhill grade burns the thighs, an uphill climb tears at the lungs, but that…

What Hiking Taught Me About Singing: Movement I

Movement I: Introduction For those of you who know me, I’m an avid hiker. I’ve never done anything bigger than a 13er, but I prefer my treks to be strenuous: steep, unrelenting, and full of scrambles. I enjoy a good vista as much as the next person, but it’s not worth my time if I’m…