by markwestwriter | Apr 26, 2018 | Hope, Love
Three years ago, I didn’t have any. My life in California had fallen apart and I found myself in France at the foot of the Pyrenees on a wet-gray morning with a 35 pound pack on my back and the foolish idea that if I walked across Spain I might be able to come to...
by markwestwriter | Jan 13, 2018 | live
The days slide by as we live out these steps that lead us down the path of the finest destination any of us has ever traveled. Don’t think. Don’t anticipate. Just be. Be the chirping crickets, the dancing fireflies, the coyotes howling at the moon. Be the...
by markwestwriter | Dec 29, 2017 | Love
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by markwestwriter | Sep 21, 2017 | Uncategorized
I walked along the beach in Finisterre picking up a few scallop shells to bring home and wondered if I really would be able to, as Thomas Wolfe said, “… go home again”. Not that I wouldn’t be able to physically go back home again, but I wondered with the changes...
