what makes a meaningful life?

Boulder Valley Ranch, CO written in response to Savannah’s wonderful prompt I’d like to start by trying on “makes” in that prompt instead of “is”. A meaningful life is dynamic, a state to exist in; it is not “achieved” or “found” to be held on to, nor can it be compared or measured – it is practiced and nurtured and welcomed. Day after day, year after year, decade after decade.
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stranded in Villa Cerro Castillo

A post from the archives, capturing the moment I realized I was ready for a more stable & calm existence, prompting me to start making my way up north to Boulder, CO where I reside now. We are still in negotiation with the insurance company. Lightly edited in the time since. the entire town, as seen from a popular climbing spot Cerro Castillo is a small town sitting on Route 7 in Chile.
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a trip in the trees

Sanitas Valley, Boulder, CO It’s been 19 months since I last took mushrooms on a hike with a friend in San Diego, CA. Apart from an acid trip, I haven’t returned to that space in the time since. Now that I’m settled in Boulder I feel I’m in a place where I can explore them again safely and comfortably. In a recent Lex Friedman interview, John Vervake proposes an addition to the age-old “set and setting”: he adds “sacred”.
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a taste of nomad life again

📍 writing from Boulder, CO Marfa, TX So I don’t know. Where are we now. My mind has been blown. The world has a greater capacity to surprise me than I have the capacity to predict its surprises. That much has been true for a while but just seems to become more and more true as time goes on. Mere days after writing about how nice it’s been settling into my nest and taking my daily walks, I set off on a 2,500 mile adventure through San Diego, Austin, and Marfa, TX.
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settled life: 100 days in

📍 writing from Boulder, CO Dakota Ridge Trail, Sanitas Valley, Boulder, CO In the mornings I like to get outside as soon as possible, to walk the 17 minutes to the second-nearest cafe for a coffee and a croissant. Some mornings I take the long way home and sit on the bench a while. I’ve been biking more, relishing in the freedom of mobility provided by my own two feet (and sometimes a battery).
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