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Salt of the Earth

July 10, 2018

“These people, they’re the ‘salt of the earth’ kind of people.” Take a journey to Fés, Morocco and learn more about our shared existence on this planet … More Salt of the Earth

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I can't stop listening to new wave music and I keep looking at apartments in Berlin but then I visit PNW beaches and really, how could I leave this? West Coast is Best Coast.

I walked 5 miles to get to this lighthouse and after 10 minutes on the secluded beach, disaster struck my digestive system. Just another day in the life with gastrointestinal issues 🙃

Wisdom I've collected in the past year: Recognizing and owning sadness is so important for growth. Striving towards a life of holistic joy rather than momentary happiness is crucial. You should always drink more water than you think you need. Life will unfold as it should. It's okay to sleep in. You're never going to be this young again. Never be afraid to say, "I love you." Likewise, never be afraid to say, "I don't love you anymore." Wash your bedclothes. Write notes to stranger on the bus (they might be as socially anxious as you and actually text you back). Eat by yourself. Stop apologizing so much. Read more books about things you've never heard of. Ask for help. Stay humble. Never stop.

Oh, how my soul longs for Berlin, the city of no natives, and thus all natives. Berlin, where I am a Berliner. Someday soon, I'll return. (I won't leave as quickly, either.)

Feeling rather unfocused, dark, fuzzy -- I wrote a poem as I traveled 902 ft down Elevator going down Down Down Swirls Music tumbling in the air Down Down The scales The beats Down Down The sounds The people Talking About weekends Down Down Swirls And you Here Now And me Us Down Down Down Down Down Down D o w n D O W N Nothing else.

Wishing I were lounging in my hammock with a kombucha in my hand and listening to Soft Cell because that's who and how I am 🖤

Big fan of these dope new earrings from @moonfemmecollection 🌌

Leaf it to me to find poetry in everything, always.

Missing this little slice of the world today. There was something beautiful and disturbing about living off a piazza where so many people were massacred. Sidenote: I'm so proud of Miranda for making her way back to Roma already 🖤

Last night, I had an incredibly vivid dream with a lot of blood, death, and a bald old man I did not recognize. This morning, a bald old man touched my arm as I exited my bus. An uncanny sense of dejavu at the man settled over me, but I wasn't panicked. A few minutes later, I realized he put a sticky note on my arm, painstakingly inscribed in Spanish on both sides a proclamation urging me to denounce "The Fear" and follow "The Light" (among other traditionally Christian iconography and symbolism). Anyway, I'm feeling very vulnerable and was truly moved by this sunset tonight.

Thanks @dj.dgenius for bringing me back a stellar piece of Mexico City with this gorgeous Frida canvas 🖤

Thanks for hanging in hammocks and going to festivals with me on your birthday, Ben. I'm glad you were born 😊 Happy birthday!!

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