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Eccentric Euphonies

"Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, a philosophy which does not laugh, and that greatness which does not bow before children." - Kahlil Gibran

    Last night I set up my little ‘booth’ and for the first time, was a legitimate vendor at a market! With less than 48 hours notice that I’d have a spot from a good friend that organized the event downtown, I threw together a display out of pallets and cardstock. Then I went to work and drew and drew, lots of tiny little drawings for rings. (The taco is my favorite.) So here’s to being a real jewelry maker; selling art on tiny little canvases to wear! I’ve decided as a name to call myself ‘Wandering Well’… because I wander quite well into situations like this one. And in that wander, God always takes care of the details. :)

For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others. The true test of our devotion to freedom is just beginning.

—Nelson Mandela

    I’ve been a pendant crafting fool this past few days, getting ready for Third Friday tomorrow. I’m apparently getting a booth for free to sell necklaces, earrings, and poems. :)

    It’s so much fun pouring creativity into a project. I’ve really loved hand drawing these little pendants. They’re about the size of a penny. Want to buy one? Message me! I can make one special for you. ;)



May your choices reflect your hopes not your fears.

—Nelson Mandela

Flying tents. Taking camping to a whole new level of amazing.



This short documentary looks at Dennis Hope, a Nevada man who has made a living “selling” plots of land on the moon.

This is why my best friend and I live in different states. We’re both miserable human beings who read too much.I love you Cathi. That is all.

This is why my best friend and I live in different states. We’re both miserable human beings who read too much.

I love you Cathi. That is all.

   Brilliant Kitra Cahana, Canadian photographer and vagabond, tells the story of train hopping, hitchhiking nomads. This post goes out to my nomad friend. Though you’ve disappeared from Tumblr and the internet and are in a monastery somewhere in Eastern Europe by now, this made me think of you. You’ll likely never see it.

   I too have always been swept away by the thought of living a nomadic, train hopping life. I suppose it’s lucky our friendship was always from a distance or I too may’ve tried to hop those trains and would likely be on the road right now. Not that those around who know and love me would have ever let me go quietly.


Her photographs are fantastic.

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