I never sit and write anymore. Which is a shame. It's a sort of therapy, clears the deck on a thought or a memory that's been rattling around. It helps me to connect the dots. Writing opens me up, keeps me honest. And I've found that to be honest with oneself foremost is to be honest with the world around you. To observe, to document, and to put a lens on the sight that is yours and yours alone. Raw, and without judgment.
But I get tired of me real fast. And that's when I find it best to look outside, to those from elsewhere, who've experience different things and live a different life and evangelize for those passions that they hold so dear…
This weekend I'll spend up in Elkhorn, WI at Camp Wandawega, where the Low Brow Manifesto promises nothing more than "the simpler pleasures of simpler times." The draw is the Whole Larder Love workshop, put on by dear friend Rohan Anderson whose passion for practical living with a reduced impact is as magnetic as it is well-documented.
Many friends will be there, some new, some newer. And all will bring with them a piece of their world. A world I look forward to experiencing.