It may hurt a bit, you might suffer … but it will by all means not be boring. The experience of saying yes and doing something far exceeds the little comforts in holding back a moment’s choice.

Face the idea head on and be scared, be confused, be lost, if you’re not then you’re not doing something right. Try it

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Inspire Travel: Down to Newcastle

If I had been a financially adept man, I would’ve divvied up my spending habits into an organized chart to show where all my money was going and what it was I was trading numbers for. However, I didn’t need a spreadsheet to tell me this information, because I already knew where the money went and where it is going to go.

Good food. Skills. And travel.

Priorities are reflected in the patterns that show up in spending. I’ll buy a movie ticket every now and then but the chance for experiences is where my awareness focuses.


I was sitting under a lamppost in south Brisbane where the park offered free wi-fi. I had been staying in a hostel for the past few nights and was getting concerned that I was wasting the little time I had free in Australia.

Going off in a mental debate on what to do next, a notification “ting” brought my attention to my ipod that had automatically connected to the wifi network and picked up the incoming message from a fellow I had met back in Sydney a few months prior.

The message was an invitation to come down towards Newcastle for a chance to hangout. The idea of the travel sparked an all too familiar excitement. I ran through the calculations in my head as to how much money I needed for the coming month and how much the cost would be to travel down south for a day or two. Of course the trip was out of budget but the adventure and experience sang a far greater tune than the thought of running out of money. Leaving the funds up to fait I spent what little money I had and embarked down to Newcastle for the thrill of spontaneity.

In a days time I found myself smelling the breezy Newcastle air and felt the familiar rush of novelty that places have upon arrival. My means to connecting to the world were boiled down to wifi where it was offered and a facebook app on an old number letter cell-phone. I had yet to hear back from my friend who sparked this adventure and was walking about the small airport trying to figure out the public transportation system.  Finally I got word from my friend and discovered that the invitation was sent a few days to early, for he was busy with work in the next town over.

Being accustomed to the mishaps of travel, this scenario had already been considered. Soon I would find a new reason to be in Newcastle and the reason later revealed itself to be in the kindness and grace of individuals. From the bus driver who let me hitch a free ride from the airport to the city center to the coffeehouse lady who spent a whole minute making sure I got connected to the wifi network that other places were always so protective and insecure about.

An adventure from beginning to end. A bouncy flight over the puffiest clouds I have seen yet, and a constant rush of buses, bookings, and a sweat wind-down of good company, barbeque, and big-screen Game of Thrones in the super chill hostel.

There is so much more to the experience of travel than just the getting from one place to another. Travel expands your world in ways that are humorously simplistic and it constricts your desires of comforts and securities. The pages of the world’s books are in the subtle differences from place to place. Go find them.











Inspire Creation: Story of The Gentle Sword


Once upon a winter, in the cold valley of the Sagami province of Japan, legends tell of the swordsmith Masamune. Whose reputation as Japan’s greatest swordsmith sparked a challenge from his ambitious student Muramasa. The challenge was to be a contest of who could make the better sword.

Both smiths returned to their forges and began the tireless work of crafting the sword. After many days and nights, their Katana’s were revealed; glistening in the sunlight, brightly carrying the marks of the smith. Marks that span time; frozen in silent steel.

The competition was to be held in a slow flowing stream. Both smiths revealed a naked blade and lowered the cutting edges into the current of the the stream. Both watched the effect each blade had on the surrounding flow of life.

A fish swam gently, using the current of the water to slowly guide itself down the stream. The fish did not seemed phased when Muramasa’a blade divided the fish in two. Floating up dead, the fish continued down the stream. A leaf bouncing atop the ripples of the stream was cut swiftly and seamlessly, as if the sword was never there, the leaf continued its journey.

All the while, Masamune held a calm expression in his presence and attention to the stream flowing beneath him. The fish simply swam around the edge of his blade, and the leaf treated the great sword as just another ripple in its path downstream.

With grin, Muramasa mocked Masamune for creating such a dull katana, unable to cut even a delicate leaf. Unfazed by the mocking, Masamune calmly dried the blade and sheathed the katana once more. Before both smiths departed from the stream, a monk who had been watching the whole contest walked up to the two smiths, bowed, and explained what he had seen.

“The first of the swords was by all accounts a fine sword, however it is a blood thirsty, an evil blade as it doesn’t discriminate as to who or what it will cut. It may just as well be cutting down butterflies as severing heads. The second was by far the finer of the two, as it doesn’t needlessly cut that which is innocent and undeserving”



One brought the gardener to the war

The other brought the warrior to the garden



A sword made by Masamune, in the Tokyo museum.




Algernon Bertram Freeman-Mitford. 2004. “TALES OF OLD JAPAN”
Masamune. Wikepedia. (
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