After the Camino Frances, I looked at distance, work, and work ethic differently.
I spent 6 to 8 hours a day walking 20-30km– And that was it. The bulk of my life meant just walking, and Behind the walking,
Was the preparation to walk.
It was so simple in monotony, but there were no distractions. It was just myself, and the people around me, while the rest of my day was spent settling a bed, washing my clothes, bathing myself, eating, and sleeping.
That was my day– everyday.
The realization here is that there is a key word to describe this, and it epitomizes life– That magic word is WORK.
“That’s Not Work, That’s Just Life”
You’re right exactly— Because it’s both, they’re the same thing — life IS work.
Continue reading “In The Prelude of Experience: Intentions of A Camino, 1010+ KM on Foot From the Heels of French Airspace to the Lip of Spanish Waters. Pt. 2.”
To break the silence,
It has been just over one year since I have published anything on Littermature.
I have not-not been writing, I just haven’t published anything.
My reasoning behind this is that I do not want to force creativity. I am intuitive with my approach as to what I deem worthy of sharing, and to be honest I needed the break to experience my life in the moment.
Some might say it’s impulsive— others might call it an excuse — but, I like to think that I am following my own intuition,– and that’s what’s important.
Either way, the time has come to break my own silent spell, because I am ready to spill my words out onto the global table for people to chew up, to swallow, or to spit out — preferably not back in my face. But, I’ll face whatever consequences come about as a result because f**k it — vulnerability feels like shit, but it doesn’t deserve an opportunity to keep you quiet. Continue reading “In The Prelude of Experience: Intentions of A Camino, 1010+ KM on Foot From the Heels of French Airspace to the Lip of Spanish Waters. Pt. 1.”
Recently, I undertook the grand excursion to walk the Camino Frances. My journey started in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port, France and technically ended at the cathedral in Santiago de Compostella, Spain. Realistically, it ended at the airport in Vigo, Spain.
At the end of this journey, I find myself a changed man with a changed perspective —I guess walking 900km on foot with a pack will do that to a person. There were literal ups and downs, but to be honest with you– I LOVED EVERY DAMN MINUTE OF IT! It is something I would do again, and it is something I would recommend to ANYONE.
And I really mean ANYONE!
Continue reading “Reflections Of A Camino: 900+ Km On Foot From Southern France To The Western Coast Of Spain. The Trials And Tribulations Of Experience.”
The city is so much darker than what I am used to. It’s great actually.
There is an over abundance of stimulating blue light EVERYWHERE in Toronto. What with all the LED’s– Hi-Def this, Hi-Def that. Here in Athens it doesn’t seem so. There is a simple dim lighting everywhere. Though the stars aren’t as plentiful as if you were in a more remote area, you can still see the sky with a little bit more– clarity. Clarity might not even be the word for it, as everything just seems closer. Closer, as if it is possible in reaching the moon with a stretching fingertip. Beyond this, the feel of this place is so relaxed, and very open.
There is life– an open, uninhibited life: Continue reading “Memoirs of the Mediterranean”
We may not always be privy to it, but smell is a huge component to our emotional selves. Scent has the ability to alter our emotions within an instant.
Consider this, you’re walking down the street and happen to pass a bakery,
The pleasant smells associated with all those delicious baked goods can instantly put a smile on your face. They can trigger thoughts, experiences, and inspire emotions of curiosity. Such smells can instantly bring us into places of happiness, joy, and exuberance.
Likewise, consider walking past a dump or industrial refinery. Somewhere that has a strong, pungent, and repulsive smells. Continue reading “The Power Of Smell Compels You- 5 Essential Oils For Emotional Development”
I keep falling for wanderlust, while encountering souls who are on this journey:
And in this journey– To Journey — there is an urge to follow an individually unique path… With reason to this notice:
Continue reading “The wanderlust way- Picking up on the cowards back.”
Travelling the road less travelled brings with it a high degree of uncertainty, and without certainty, it’s a pretty good bet to call it lost.
Lost and Found
I am lost in a world of madness. A world that is non-sensical. I feel that I do not know what I am striving for, or what exactly needs to be done on my part, to fulfill my “mission” here. In other words, I am trying to find genuine meaning in my life.
I am lost. Continue reading ““I’m Lost” – Chasing uncertainty, Breathing through insecurity, and the Road Less Travelled”
The road knows where it goes.
Blindly follow your excited nose.
Tick tock, stop the clock,
keep on your toes.
The road, the road, where movement flows.
-G. Kourtes, 2017
Word play of the day
What drives you?
What motivates you to get up and get out into the world to do some good for yourself or for others? Continue reading “A Wild Question: What drives you? – Tinkering With Motivation And Passion”