CURRENT MISSION
to become a beekeeper and then a merry minstrel and then have a tree fort with mango and coconut friends

ABOUT ME

Now a question still refurbishing itself and without a dash of surprise for it batters me as to what I see never is still. Like a butterfly I seem to flutter within and out of peoples lives only for an instant which lasts from a year to a week. People always are wondering why I'm leaving (a cot on the porch, a good job, another family life away from my own, a bed up in the attic, a garden to keep, a piano to play) when I have a knack at discovering such wonderful places worth growing. They just as unsuspectingly surface themselves however for the culprits involved and little ol me to boot. One reason that may be the very heart of my itchy feet is the fact that I didn't really have a home that felt like a home since my freshmen year of high school. My family, for those years afterward, drifted further and into the world whilst I stayed to finish high school. Afterward if I wanted to see my parents I had to travel to see them and it's always been that way since. Thus the starting point never seemed to be in place for long.
In my impromptu life however I've discovered how to cherish every moment. I haven't lived in my own house for such a long time I prefer to serve others and sometimes forget to serve myself. Because of that it has finally jumped upon me like a slapstick trick shot with every ounce has returned the question. "What do you want?" What do I want? Well since my journey has begun I've been writing it I someday hope to have a place where I can sit down and put together my songs and stories. I've completed my bachelors so now the world just feels like its beckoning me to explore it. I know I extremely enjoy Agriculture and music with a touch of many art forms to carry it's magic. I hope if you ever meet me that we'll trade each others wisdoms, some laughs, and piece of eight to throw the reflection.
Namaste dear world

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

COUCHSURFING EXPERIENCE

Perhaps the grandest experience was the home I found in Olympia WA. I was originally hitch hiking up north just to see a good friend on her birthday. Of course a wide assortment of friendly old coots entered through the apartment door. Songs were sung, ideas were belched, and along that ebbing end came an invitation. To Olympia with a friend I knew semi-well in high school. Whenever we explored we explored together trading insights and sharing info as we'd hunch forward from different angles and gather the goods; all of them.
To that man I couldn't refuse and I jumped into a mysterious world. We called it the sheep house and it smelled of wet dog and vanilla smoke. I wasn't shown a bed in our late arrival and I chose the couch ;) (after cleaning a radius about it to keep myself getting lost in the deep question of stuff). In the morning I couldn't help it for this was now temporarily my home and I set off cleaning the living room. There were dusted CD chips, and bags of clay, projects that once were kept in minds eye, clothing to no owner, a fallen television, racks, street signs, cones, marbles, jack of clubs, ace of swords, all gathered in piles as if plucked freshly from some undistributed robbery. There was no certainty as to where I placed each item if I were creating a long term orderly mess or a short term piece of art soon to be shredded anew by the waves of inhabitants. The door opened and stood beside a confused woman whom seemed young but what rested upon her was an air of tough-as-nails stamina and she apparently also knew whoms domain this was (and certainly she knew who owned this house) "Who are you" the truth was what she wanted I assumed "my name is Sean"
"No, I mean, what are you doing?"
She seemed somewhat tempered by my unannounced arrival.
"I...was cleaning because..." Anywho this whole story unround itself with first utter shock of why I was living there, to what was I thinking, to "Wait! don't leave your the only one thats cleaning!" so I did and eventually earned my way in cleaning that house (which was quite a job being what lived there were 5 college students and a pot head[no offense rose]). Then as Mysteriously I came I left on train when I got an email from my mother asking if I'd come to Costa Rica to chauffeur my little brother to her home. The beginning of a whole 'nother adventure.

Interests

Music. Listening. Exploring. Wildcrafting. Painting. Singing. Madlibs. Poetry

• dogs
• arts
• writing
• poetry
• singing
• education
• clubbing
• gardening
• clothing
• traveling
• painting
• magic
• music
• piano
• hiking
• agriculture
• teaching

Music, Movies, and Books

Under the Silver Lake
The Haunting of Hill House

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

I made my own reel to reel in some fish out of carving wood till it looked like a rolling pin with a concave curve for fishing line, hook, n' bait. Luckily what I caught from my Kayak wasnt tooooo big.

Teach, Learn, Share

Accordion, how to read music, choreography, Writing workshops,

What I Can Share with Hosts

Place to stay in Costa Rica, music, interviews (what is your daily practice?)

Countries I’ve Visited

Brazil, Costa Rica, England, France, Italy, Peru, Scotland

Countries I’ve Lived In

Costa Rica