Life’s been up and down, like the arc of a return journey or my sense of security throughout the week. At first it was concern about personal safety. Then money, then long-term prospects, then the big why? Like moving up Maslow’s hierarchy of angst. Continue reading Bright Lights Across a Dark Space: Angst in the Time of Corona
He threw his body to a pinch and latched on with demonstrable purpose: This is mine. I choose this.
As I was watching, his climbing style reminded me that people have their own modes and fashion for living as well. Each person has a rhythm, reach, strengths and weaknesses, risk tolerance, and aspirations. And just like we get to choose how we climb we can choose how to live. Continue reading Climbing and the Art of Living
I didn’t realize how much baggage you could pack into a carry-on.
Three pairs of shoes, four pairs of pants, some shorts, enough underwear and shirts for a week. And all that shit about past breakups, of the romantic and business kind. I’m glad they didn’t make me weigh the bag. Continue reading The Baggage We Carry
I met a guy. He climbs for his daughter. He’s an immigrant and has to leave the country in a month. His two years are up but his daughter will stay. A home divided. For years he scrapped to come to America from the place where Europe and Asia meet–or separate, depending on your perspective. … Continue reading Enter the Void
“I was really excited to meet up with you because I knew you’d be gone in two weeks.”
Maybe I should have read the writing on the wall. Continue reading A Place in Our Hearts
You’d think there might be big epiphanies after 31 years of existence. But that’s not the case. At least for me anyway.
Instead, I ruminate on and offer a list of 31 things I’m grateful for. Continue reading 31 for 31: The Grateful List
I awoke at 5:56, been beating the clock for weeks. Why? Continue reading The Sound of Waking up Before Your Alarm Clock
Europe, Round 3, began as a non-start. I arrived at Logan on Saturday night nervous about the next leg of my trip. Terminal E is laid out in a long corridor, and I began distractedly searching for Primera Air to check in. I walked down the length of the counters, back and forth. No … Continue reading For the Sake of Self-Interest and Re: The Return to Europe
Aaron Gerry 