Gone surfing, be back never. Salt crusted my skin as I sat overlooking Praia do Amado, my muscles pleasantly fatigued from a double …
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Left, right, left, right. As my feet meet the earth, my steady pace beats as a metronome. This is where I feel strong: …
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From the archives // July 2022 When travel nudges you fully into the potency of the present moment. When I travel, I give …
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Using Playfulness as an Intuitive Compass: Learning to Surf in the Algarve
The ocean, like any woman: to understand her is to feel her. As I paused to breathe deeply into my belly, I tried …
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As if a painter has flung his brush across the wind, scattering pinpoints of color across the landscape. Only the drops of color …
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I watch Pierpaolo at La Terra Agriturismo prepare a hearty feast for tonight’s guests as the wind blows grass over the waves of …