I mentioned a new travel blog, Barefoot Troubadour, in my last post, but since I’ve been dedicating so much time to working on it lately, I should probably give it a bit more attention here as well. Though I’ve owned the domain BarefootTroubadour.com for some time now (sitting vacant), its birth as a travel blog
Finally converted all the talking, brainstorming, researching, packing, daydreaming, renovating, selling and moving into an arrival at Jungle HQ in Costa Rica. Still unfurling here, but we’ve managed to launch a new travel blog at BarefootTroubadour.com and we’re putting together my three album live release via Receptor Records. So a lot of work interspersed with
…to get back to where we need to be.
A little reflection on my recent life of twelve years in and around the city of Cincinnati and I keep coming back to the role expectations played in my day-to-day. I became programmed to be in a state of constant expectation. Expectation of myself, of life and especially of others. The unfortunate reality is that
A few thoughts from yesterday: Interesting how we’re taught to equate “apocalypse” with the end of the world. The actual definition of the word is significantly different: An apocalypse (Greek: ἀποκάλυψις apokálypsis; “lifting of the veil” or “revelation”) is a disclosure of something hidden from the majority of mankind in an era dominated by