The Quiet Garden Before Dusk
At the edge of a monastery was a small walled garden. I entered just before dusk, when the shadows grew long and bees made their final rounds. Peonies bloomed ...
read on: đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com/the-wanderers-tales/the-quiet-garden-before-dusk/
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The planet’s on fire, rights are vanishing faster than attention spans, and somehow the DMV still doesn’t work.
Welcome to America™.
The Wanderer is where I write through the mess — politics, grief, movement, survival, and what it means to stay human when everything else feels like a headline gone wrong.
🛰️ If you're tired but still giving a damn: https://thewanderer.io
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I’m not leaving out of fear. I’m leaving because I’m tired.
Tired of the hate, the denial, the absurdity of it all.
This is the start of a plan — not a fantasy.
đź”— https://thewanderer.io/2025/05/12/why-im-working-on-a-plan-to-leave-the-us/
#Migration #USPolitics #MentalHealth #TheWanderer #ChoosingHope
I didn’t lose my parents to age or illness. I lost them to politics.
No funeral. No goodbye. Just silence and distance.
This is a personal story about what that kind of loss feels like.
đź”— https://thewanderer.io/2025/05/05/the-day-i-lost-my-parents/
#FamilyEstrangement #Grief #PoliticsAndFamily #PersonalEssay #TheWanderer
Living through the Trump years wasn’t just chaos on the news — it was losing the version of my family that used to show empathy.
This essay isn’t about politics. It’s about what happens when people you love choose conspiracy over connection.
✍️ Read: https://thewanderer.io/2025/03/16/life-in-trumpland/
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I didn’t get lost in D.C. because I took a wrong turn. I got lost because I couldn’t face what was waiting back home.
Grief has a way of turning cities into mazes. This is a story about walking, memory, and the quiet relief of not being found.
✍️ Read: https://thewanderer.io/2025/03/15/lost-in-dc/
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Welcome to The Wanderer!
The Wanderer is a space for reflection, restlessness, and real stories. I write about place, politics, memory, and movement—for anyone who’s ever felt in between things and still searching for home.
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The River’s Edge in May
I followed the river as it ran bright and full through the May countryside, its banks thick with reeds and wildflowers. Everything shimmered—sunlight on water, ...
read on: đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com/the-wanderers-tales/the-rivers-edge-in-may/
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I followed the river as it ran bright and full through the May countryside, its banks thick with reeds and wildflowers. Everything shimmered—sunlight on water, ...
read on: đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com/the-wanderers-tales/the-rivers-edge-in-may/
#TheWanderer #story #inspiration #taiji #shortstory
A Breeze Beneath the Hills
On a sunlit afternoon, I climbed the low hills that rose beyond the village, each step drawing me closer to the sky. The wind picked up as I reached the ridge, ...
read on: đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com/the-wanderers-tales/a-breeze-beneath-the-hills/
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On a sunlit afternoon, I climbed the low hills that rose beyond the village, each step drawing me closer to the sky. The wind picked up as I reached the ridge, ...
read on: đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com/the-wanderers-tales/a-breeze-beneath-the-hills/
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The First Bloom
The air was still crisp, the ground soft beneath my boots as I walked through a familiar meadow. Winter’s grip had not fully released, but the world seemed to hold its breath for what was to come. There, amidst the pale remnants of frost, ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
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The air was still crisp, the ground soft beneath my boots as I walked through a familiar meadow. Winter’s grip had not fully released, but the world seemed to hold its breath for what was to come. There, amidst the pale remnants of frost, ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
The Wisdom of Stillness
On a snowy hilltop, I encountered a monk meditating beneath a lone pine tree. Despite the cold, he seemed unbothered, his presence radiating calm. “What are you meditating on?” I asked. “The Snake,” he said simply. He gestured to ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
On a snowy hilltop, I encountered a monk meditating beneath a lone pine tree. Despite the cold, he seemed unbothered, his presence radiating calm. “What are you meditating on?” I asked. “The Snake,” he said simply. He gestured to ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
The Skin We Shed
An artist sat under a bare winter tree, sketching a snake coiled around its roots. His lines were fluid, alive, as though the creature might slither off the page. “What draws you to the Snake?” I asked. “It’s the shedding of the skin,” h ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
An artist sat under a bare winter tree, sketching a snake coiled around its roots. His lines were fluid, alive, as though the creature might slither off the page. “What draws you to the Snake?” I asked. “It’s the shedding of the skin,” h ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
The Spiral of Change
An old mapmaker welcomed me into his shop, the air thick with the scent of ink and parchment. Rolled maps filled the shelves, their edges curling like serpents. “Are you searching for a way forward?” he asked, gesturing toward his wo ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
An old mapmaker welcomed me into his shop, the air thick with the scent of ink and parchment. Rolled maps filled the shelves, their edges curling like serpents. “Are you searching for a way forward?” he asked, gesturing toward his wo ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
The Mirror of the Snake
A polished mirror in an antique shop caught my eye. Its frame was carved into the shape of a coiled serpent, its eyes inlaid with jade. The shopkeeper, an elderly woman with a sharp gaze, noticed my interest. “It’s said that the S ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
A polished mirror in an antique shop caught my eye. Its frame was carved into the shape of a coiled serpent, its eyes inlaid with jade. The shopkeeper, an elderly woman with a sharp gaze, noticed my interest. “It’s said that the S ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
The Hidden Path
The sun hung low in the sky as I wandered through a dense grove of trees. The faint sound of water led me to a stream, its surface shimmering like liquid silver. There, a young woman sat cross-legged, her eyes closed in meditation. “Join ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
The sun hung low in the sky as I wandered through a dense grove of trees. The faint sound of water led me to a stream, its surface shimmering like liquid silver. There, a young woman sat cross-legged, her eyes closed in meditation. “Join ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
The Serpent’s Shadow
The morning frost glittered on the path ahead, each step crunching softly beneath my boots. As I wandered, lost in thought, I came upon a traveler resting beside an old stone bridge. He wore a simple cloak, his eyes bright and pierci ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
The morning frost glittered on the path ahead, each step crunching softly beneath my boots. As I wandered, lost in thought, I came upon a traveler resting beside an old stone bridge. He wore a simple cloak, his eyes bright and pierci ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
The Wisdom of the Serpent: Looking Ahead to the Year of the Snake
The small teahouse sat nestled in a quiet alley, its paper lanterns swaying gently in the chill breeze. Inside, the warmth of the hearth and the rich aroma of jasmine tea enveloped me like ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
The small teahouse sat nestled in a quiet alley, its paper lanterns swaying gently in the chill breeze. Inside, the warmth of the hearth and the rich aroma of jasmine tea enveloped me like ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
The Winding Path
On a late-December afternoon, I found myself following a winding path through a wooded park. The path curved and twisted, lined with patches of snow that had lingered from an earlier storm. Each turn revealed something new—a cluster of e ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
On a late-December afternoon, I found myself following a winding path through a wooded park. The path curved and twisted, lined with patches of snow that had lingered from an earlier storm. Each turn revealed something new—a cluster of e ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
The First Dawn
The air was crisp and silent as I climbed the hill just outside of town, the remnants of New Year’s Eve celebrations scattered in its wake. The horizon was painted with the faint blush of approaching dawn, and the stars, reluctant to give ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
The air was crisp and silent as I climbed the hill just outside of town, the remnants of New Year’s Eve celebrations scattered in its wake. The horizon was painted with the faint blush of approaching dawn, and the stars, reluctant to give ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
The Bare Orchard
I wandered into a dormant orchard, the skeletal branches of the apple trees reaching toward the overcast sky. The ground was hard, dusted with frost, and the air was laced with the faint scent of decaying leaves. A farmer pruning one of ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
I wandered into a dormant orchard, the skeletal branches of the apple trees reaching toward the overcast sky. The ground was hard, dusted with frost, and the air was laced with the faint scent of decaying leaves. A farmer pruning one of ...
The Wanderer's Path to Harmony đź”— https://brush-and-tale.com
#TheWanderer #spiritualjourney #story #inspiration #taiji #taichi
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