Nothing has leveled me more than humanity of complete strangers.
Generosity has always been on my terms. Private. When it’s right. People sometimes wonder why I like to travel alone. The way it goes is I shut off for a few days, and I love it. Not speaking to anyone. Being silent to my heart’s content. But then I start to crave, and so appreciate, people again – taking in tiny sips of human interaction. A cashier here, a curious toddler there. Maybe I’m just […]
Maybe your name is on a wall and mine’s unknown, but we do both give. I met a guy once who said it was really important that the woman he dates volunteers in some capacity. It was an understandable quality to look for – certainly an admirable one – and it had me reflecting on my own benevolence. Though grateful for my time on organized Habitat-for-Humanity type trips and Christmas time food drives, those experiences […]
(It’d be a lot shorter for one) / Disclaimer: Unless it’s in traffic What is it about driving alone that both fills and empties the mind?
The best thing I’ve been told “thank you” for wasn’t cash, but only my smile.
I left my mind on an open road and picked up poems on the way.
Nothing hotter than a woman all made up in confidence and drive. You know when you look in the mirror after a night of partying and think, “damn I look busted up!” I get the opposite when I look at myself after a night of working and being productive like “dang girl, hustle looks good on you!”
It’s about one-third of the population that will screw you over. I’ve traveled, met, and given to a lot of strangers, so there’s truth to this number – but the other 2/3 you equally shock and amaze me.
With rough homeless hands and genuine eyes he asked what he could give me. I have been been humbled and taught many tearful lessons by those I’ve met while traveling.
Maybe we’ll get back together is still the same as maybe we won’t.