Time to Show Up

“Were you high when you wrote it?” my father asked of my last blog post. “It reads like that might be the case.” Well, Dad, no. But during the wild ride that has composed my time back in the states, I’ve started to see where he was coming from. Re-entry is different for each and every …

"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives" - Annie Dillard

Beyond Words Special

I dedicated this blog to a man that died a year ago yesterday. Mel Letchinger’s yahrzeit created a space to gather and celebrate life. But it also made me consider the past year. And time. February 2nd marked one month back in the States for me. Normally statements like that are followed with a “and …

They Call Me Brother Dan

Actually, they didn’t call me anything. The monks in the San Benito Monastery in Luján, Argentina are under a vow of silence. Brother Sebastian referred to me as “Dan” every time I needed to ask him a logistical question, but otherwise, the monks and I spent the week together without a word. A little bit …

Finals are terrible. Even internationally.

I bought a yoga mat in Argentina.  Whenever I had time to practice, I played my guitar. I created a blog for my time abroad. Whenever I had time to post something, the power went out. Okay, that’s an exaggeration, but the odds were against me. Particularly during finals, which seemed like the entire second …

"Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic." - Anaïs Nin

The Coolest 48 Hours Of My Life

No one in the South of Chile knows how long it takes to get to Santiago. I was told anywhere from nine to sixteen hours (by bus, of course). Turns out, from Frutillar, it’s just under ten hours. My 8 AM arrival was much earlier than anticipated and seemed like centuries before the concert, the …

Of All The Things We Don’t Deserve…

Aside from the task to find time to write this blog, I struggle to balance an expression of my personal growth with some interpretation of our endless supply of anecdotes. Regardless of whether or not I succeed, both of these culminated in an understandably overwhelming yet indescribably rewarding few months. I want to extend my …

"The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall." - Ernesto "Che" Guevara