Sandfeathers
A Pilot’s Journey Through Slow Sand and Flight

In the quiet weight of being stuck, all roads begin to open.
We all have stories, these are mine. I tell them with a heart full of love and through eyes of kindness.
A Pilot’s Journey Through Slow Sand and Flight

In the quiet weight of being stuck, all roads begin to open.
I love driving because I can just exist

Elbow – 2008 The Seldom Seen Kid

Change hurts. But so does staying the same.

Sometimes, love burns too brightly to be held in the palm.

No one ever realizes they're a wallflower.
What if my last infinite moment is past?

When reality fails you, look to your dream last for answers. At least you will be entertained.

Let’s see how I do with 8 shots. 6 down (9:30)

Not all prayers are spoken. Some are lived.

No map could find the place where they first felt seen.