Janne Robinson is a Poet, Elephant Journal columnist, bushwalker and activist. She cuts kindling with her teeth, eats Bukowski and coffee for breakfast and makes the habit of saying the word feminist as much as possible.
I like my books to live, to be crumpled and rumpled and drawn on and eaten over. To have coffee stains, wine droplets, mustard smears.
So often in life we want to make things look "new".
When we move out of an apartment we paint over any evidence of living, we don't bend the pages in a book so it looks untouched.
We erase the fingerprints and footprints of those who have been before us, so our experience of our things feels like only our own.
I loved that when I moved into my cabin there were footprints painted on the stairs. Quotes past renters had been so fond of they painted them into the wood.
I loved that I found action figures, tarot cards, and Legos in between my wooden deck.
I loved knowing someone had loved the home before me.
I love picking up a book in a cafe in a sweltering afternoon day, and flipping through dusty, dirty pages with sand & pen marks and "yes's!"
For I know this book has lived beyond a shelf of a store.
It has played, and danced and travelled and made love to the eyes of many.
And I devour it's unnewness hungrily and with wild appreciation, for it has scars and hints of being human.
The path to mindfulness is a windy one, but worth the trek.
Meet the brains behind the beauty of that Instagram account you've been scrolling through for years, The Salty Blonde.
4 days in Moab, 40 miles hiked, and it was in-tents.
Happy, sad, in bed, jumping for joy, wanting to fight, needing answers, wanting to feel connected...however you feel is OK. Below are a few links to help with whatever part of the process you are in..
I forgot my phone at Oldchella. Here's what happened.
Meet the minds behind Tiny House Tiny Footprint: a couple of adventuring, super rad rebels who live part time out of their van manifesting their dream and sharing stories of other #vanlifers.
Last year at this time, I was another corporate robot.
Dear Human, Things have changed. We can see, hear, smell, taste and feel the difference.
Standing on line at the post office made me wonder... What on earth did I used to do on line before social media and cell phones ruled the world?
When you post something on your blog, or Instagram, or Facebook or anything on the world wide web, you are sharing a part of yourself.