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.to go: December 2013
http://thewanderingstethoscope.blogspot.com/2013_12_01_archive.html
This is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell. Friday, December 20, 2013. I feel brilliantly liberated now that this course is behind me and exam passed! Here's some back to school pictu...
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.to go: .thatwhichmatters
http://thewanderingstethoscope.blogspot.com/2014/01/thatwhichmatters.html
This is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell. Wednesday, January 1, 2014. It is getting hard for me to write this blog. I guess right now I am taking a small jab at honesty. Do you real...
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.to go: .Mali update
http://thewanderingstethoscope.blogspot.com/2014/05/mali-update.html
This is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell. Sunday, May 25, 2014. It has been 2 weeks since I left Alaska and the north countree feels like it was another age, an ancient lifetime ago.
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.to go: January 2014
http://thewanderingstethoscope.blogspot.com/2014_01_01_archive.html
This is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell. Tuesday, January 14, 2014. Good bread crust bread french. And rainbows of vegetables á le dejouner. La vie est belle! I could live here, I ...
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.to go: November 2012
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This is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell. Sunday, November 11, 2012. Accidentally posted an email to my blog - sorry if you got it - as you. Why else would I. After several manuever...
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.to go: .odetotheairport
http://thewanderingstethoscope.blogspot.com/2014/01/odetotheairport.html
This is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell. Friday, January 3, 2014. They are a comfort zone. It is a unique space in time, a world that belongs to no one and everyone at the same time.
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.to go: .yes!
http://thewanderingstethoscope.blogspot.com/2013/12/yes.html
This is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell. Saturday, December 14, 2013. Understanding. I am excited for travel. And more travel. and more after that. I have 4 days after travel start...
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.to go: May 2014
http://thewanderingstethoscope.blogspot.com/2014_05_01_archive.html
This is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell. Sunday, May 25, 2014. It has been 2 weeks since I left Alaska and the north countree feels like it was another age, an ancient lifetime ago.
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.to go: .je sens
http://thewanderingstethoscope.blogspot.com/2014/01/je-sens.html
This is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell. Tuesday, January 14, 2014. Good bread crust bread french. And rainbows of vegetables á le dejouner. La vie est belle! I could live here, I ...
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.to go: .ice&sand
http://thewanderingstethoscope.blogspot.com/2014/03/ice.html
This is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell. Wednesday, March 26, 2014. I got it. And I didn't know it would feel like this. I am over the moon [and howled under it] , under the sun, h...
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