HeyJaredThe Ecstatic Wanderer
Personal letters and stories from a roving life in the Great American West in a van called Firefly with a dog named Richard. Subscribe for practical and philosophical guides to the art of meaningful & interesting travel.
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8 ideas for bringing yourself back to life (opens the original)
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Dear Friend, One of my favorite words is “inspire,” which comes from the Latin root inspirare, meaning “to breathe into.” In the late Middle Ages, the word had connotations of being animated with a purpose from the divine, and that’s how I use this word. As if we are all walking flutes, made of different materials, of varying shapes and sizes, and with unique configurations of holes. All of us hollow vessels waiting to catch a breath of air that will resonate through our
Calling down the rain (opens the original)
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Dear Friend,For the past week it has been thunderstorming here in the high desert. The storms have been interrupting tedious dreams about being out on the water with random people from my past, with all the familiar, old dynamics still intact. The downpours have been loud, lush, and daily, almost like they are in New Orleans. The heavy rains this week made me nostalgic for a night fifteen years ago in New Orleans hanging out on someone’s banana tree-ringed porch. Suddenly, the rains came down, p
Shedding the skins (opens the original)
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Dear Friend, This week I pulled out all my fall and winter clothes and sorted about 75% of them into a re-sell pile that I took to a consignment shop and traded in for a red linen tunic, red linen gingham midi dress, and two finely tailored white shirts – one with big lace sleeves, the other with tuxedo-style pleats, a bone collar, and mother of pearl buttons. These are the new additions to my fall wardrobe: beautiful, high-quality, and in the case of the white shirts, hand-fabricated pieces, an
The doors you will open (opens the original)
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Dear Friends, Recently, I have been busy revamping my website because I am expanding my consulting services into a new area. As I have been writing copy and moving around design pieces, I imagine myself like a goblin-artisan working by candlelight and with hair growing out of my ears, crafting what may appear mundane to the unattuned eye - just a website - but is actually a thing of potent and folkloric magic. A door. <a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/ima
A few poems that I love (opens the original)
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Dear Friends,There is a monthly-ish gathering that I attend here in Santa Fe that I call Poetry Club, which is hosted by a friend of mine on his patio in the summer and in the small living room of his adobe home in the winter. Everyone brings their favorite poems to share, and for an hour or two we take turns reading verse aloud. It’s a lovely, ever-expanding group of people. Occasionally someone reads their own work, but most often we are bringing the works of the Sufis, the Romantics, the Beat
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