Where each minute passing is the turning of a page. — TThe day moves slowly in Calabria, as if each minute passing is the turning of a page, and each page — whether scribbled with notes or empty of ink — matters. I care to turn each one, for each contributes to the story’s arc. I don’t know when I’ve felt…

I’ll do the best I can in the moments I’m presented with a choice. — It’s so empty, the world I look upon. And I’m so small, sitting on this ledge. I lay upon a slab of concrete that hangs above the valley. I lean back and look into the vast night sky. …

Means more than I can hope to understand — Joy, to me, is the scent of rain that falls upon a world of dirt and stone. There are layers of perception within every moment, those that fill the active space which we seldom stop to perceive. I write this now in the afternoon, while seated at a dark, faded…

The answer to every question our hearts can hope to ask. A story of friendship, connection and meaning from Lisbon, Portugal. — It feels strange to be alone again. It’s 5:45 am, and I just said goodbye to one of my best friends who had joined me for my final ten days in Lisbon. I’m headed to Milan for a layover before heading to Calabria, the southernmost region of Italy where I’ll…

Journey through the world as a mosaic of possible connections. — What I’ve overcome looks back in the mirror. These cells, These eyes, Constitute I — What am I but a Collection of days, a set Of stones, a Rhythm of action and error? Who we are is Who we become — Our days are built upon Understanding who that is. Our future’s in…

We’re a part of something greater, as something greater is a part of us. — This story is part of my weekly newsletter, Citoyens du Monde, sent out every Friday morn. Check it out to take part in the journey.🚀 I’ve been in Calabria, Italy for the last eleven days, working on a farm in the coastal village of Isca. Yesterday afternoon, I stepped outside…

A poem from Calabria, Italy — From the hills of Calabria, Italy. My journey has led me to this ancient land. I don’t have the answer why. That scares me; am I missing something? I miss my family and friends. I wonder why I’ve left. There are other people who are hurting unbelievably. Why is it…

I long to feel the pangs, the beauty, the nature of change that being in a new environment brings. My Citoyens du Monde Weekly Newsletter. — It’s hard to believe that I’m leaving Lisbon next week; my European adventure continues, but Lisbon has impacted me profoundly. For the first time, I’ve lived in a walkable city after realizing that a city is what I want to live in during this chapter of my life.