Hope

On Saturday, we left Boston in its bricks for us to come back to when we were done filling ourselves with enough forest. All the work from the last week, the training, the tension, the stress melted away as the stoplights became fewer. Destination: New Hampshire. We packed our things in the car Sunday morning and laughed as I played with my new camera. Quincy at the drivers seat and me plugging...

Restart

Alarm. Snooze. Alarm. Shower. Kettle. If anything has stayed constant in the past years it's been morning tea. This is how I come back to myself after a night's rest. Jazz music or early morning talk radio while I spread avocado over bread or make salad. Tea is ritual. To steep and brew something of seemingly no value into rebirth, conversation, or community. Black tea has woken my mind up for so...