fleeting reflections from the sparks of the highlands
- Stuff to carryby maxbesana@gmail.comAs the days pass by, I have talked about this trek with a few friends and ‘conocidos’ that have seen some of my Instagram photos. I have answered several questions, such as: Aren’t you scared? …
- A long winding pathby maxbesana@gmail.comBack home, my body is very achy, there is still mud under my nails, and I am hungry all the time—the aftermath of the mad two weeks in the wilderness, carrying all I needed on …
- The Forgeby maxbesana@gmail.comTo stumble and not despair, to succumb to something mightier but not lose myself in it, to give in to something that scares me but not feel unsafe—these are the hills I love. The paths …
- The wandererby maxbesana@gmail.comEverybody has stuff they want to hide, a collection of unseen truths, an assortment of thoughts and emotions they choose to conceal from the world. At least, that’s how it often appears. Many faces’ endeavour …
- The Pathby maxbesana@gmail.com✹道✹ camino ✹ weg ✹ way ✹ Might you find yourself comfortably fulfilling someone else’s expectations or under the overwhelming force of the social timeline, walk the path. Walk the path that has no certainties …
- The ongoing challenge of joy.by maxbesana@gmail.comContinuing after success. I only have two games on my phone; one is called Dots, and the other is Peak. Both are designed to keep your brain from dulling, but I prefer to think of …
- Forgiving & Forgettingby maxbesana@gmail.com“Believe it or not […] violence has declined over long periods, and today we may live in the most peaceable era in our species’ existence. The decline, to be sure, has not been smooth […]. …
- Words of silenceby maxbesana@gmail.comToday’s trend of self-love and self-development has invaded every corner of daily life, from your sleep to your job, from your bathroom to your family gatherings. The information on how to love the self is …
- The pretty, the beautiful and the the sublime.by maxbesana@gmail.comAfter an intense and magical solstice, contained by stone walls whikle the roof were the stars, and under the bright moonlight, I had a vision. It involved overlapping timelines and parallel universes. My field of …
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- Kessock Bridge (Drochaid Cheasaig)by maxbesana@gmail.comA personal challenge, my private hell. Even before I got close enough to appreciate its size and height, I knew I would have some panic attack while biking across this bridge to the Black Isle. …
- To Loch Ardby maxbesana@gmail.comYou find yourself walking through a dense forest, branches and bushes scratching your surfaces, entangling and pulling your movements, holding you back. The frustration of feeling deterred by nature, who you know and admire, yet …
- River Tay – Perthby maxbesana@gmail.comAnother day, another view…As the pouring clouds move towards the mountain forest, a doom-filled cold breeze wakes me from the dismay that numbed my brain and moistened my eyes. And as the rain falls, tears …












