“In love we find out who we want to be. In war we find out who we are.” I found that in a synopsis of recommended books while sitting at Lindbergh Field in San Diego waiting to board a plane destined for Santa Rosa. I boarded my flight with only a Kindle and a phone,…
Going back through these posts, through all the years, has taught more more about myself and the process of life than anything else. It’s also taught me quite a lot about the limitless potential we all have to do great things, and to persevere in the face of great odds, someoften considered hopeless causes. Thank you, Cass, for teaching me to hold on and never let go of those desperate hopes.
I just deleted 1,000 words that were aimed at you, but had nothing to do with anyone but myself. Seems like such a cheat. I’ll never forget that phone call the day you died. It was the most devastating event of my life. While it’s so far away, I think this is the first time that I’ve been mature enough to understand the true weight that I had to learn to carry the day you left.
From the day we met you carried me. I could never, alone, bear the weight of my own woes. I could never, alone, accept myself. I could never, alone, find a cause or purpose worth fighting for. I just wasn’t capable. Before I met you I had a one track mind and was on a one way track towards self-destruction and death. You have this amazing ability to bring the best out in people…
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When I started this blog I was living out of my car part time on the road, and the only real thing that mattered was experiencing life to the max. And so SaftyThird was born one day among friends in Joshua Tree. However, the years prior to my dirtbag abandonment lifestyle where composed of extreme…
It comes over you in a wave of utter panic. The insistent and unrelenting chaos of our daily lives--it bombards us with noise. So much noise that it makes the head ache and the heart race with an often onset of a sickening stomach. The feelings don't surface slowly, like bubbles, but rather thrash violently…
Sally and I stood at the base of Olive Oil in Red Rock; I flaked out the rope and she racked up for the first pitch. We've been climbing together for some years now, and it's become one of my most cherished partnerships. While I jumped right into the fray of multipitch trad climbing early…
I'm not sure how long I'll sit down and write this post tonight--hunkered down in a hotel room in Pismo Beach hiding from the rain. As I put these words down on, I wish I could say paper, the screen I can't help but think about the solitary state my life has assumed. The ties I've…
