Verses from the Road

Mindset and inspiration are two of the most difficult things for me to acquire. I’ve spent my whole entire life in one of two places for the most part. Wyoming and Arkansas, and when one is in the same place for an extended period of time sometimes they have a way of falling into routine, which can be a killer of inspiration and mindset. These are a part of the reasons why I am always looking to break free of those things, for mindset and inspiration are beautiful things capable of re-imbuing one with new strength, energy, and outlook. 


During this European trip, starting in Amsterdam and ending up here in Ireland I’ve gotten my fair share of new inspiration. But the things about inspiration is one never knows when it’ll strike. It’s almost like love, it seems to be waiting around every corner, eager to spring out and knock you off your feet. Which fair to say I’ve been knocked silly a few times this trip. But you must be as prepared for this sort of thing as possible. For if growth and knowledge aren’t reaped from inspiration then it’s inspiration wasted and tasted in vein.

It’s for this reason I always have my journal or a notepad on my phone ready to go. To capture the beauty and highlights of travel and life. Because time has a way of washing those things away if effort isn’t made to preserve them.

That being said here are a few verses from the road that have been derived from inspiration here and there that I’ve managed to capture. They are in no particular order, and some thoughts may turn into more expanded posts in the future, but enjoy…


“I hate looking through trip photos while on that same trip. It’s a sad reminder of what is to come. That in whatever amount of time that photo album will come to a close and be finished. The entire trip becoming a phantom of the past.”

“To dream without direction is a dangerous thing. No mater how contradictory that seems. For to dream in to chase an unknown. A pursuit of a rare and elusive thing. A hunt that’ll take many unknown turns, and that may seem altogether lost at times. But to do this without direction, without an end goal is killing the beauty of your dream before it’s captured. Don’t chase something down for the greedy thrill of it. For if you do capture it, and don’t know what the hell you are to do with it, in your unfamiliar and trembling hands, then you failed your dream. But to pursue with purpose and an end goal ensures the cultivation of your dream once it is caught. To be able to incorporate it into your life and live with it, rather then against it or with it haunting your foolishness.

“Living in the shadow of passion is almost to much weight for a soul to bear. It starts cracking at the foundations and structural flaws begin to show true. Everything becomes less sweet, and you seem to be a lesser version of your then complete self. Trying to find a fix becomes a daily occurrence. Always nagging at the back of your mind and is the driving force behind the tips of your fingers. Your body becomes a slave to your hearts whims, and failure becomes a word that must be disguised to avoid madness. So such veils as “learning” and “progress” soon begin to stem failures all to familiar sting.”

“I lived in the land where the drunken man sang and the sad man intoxicated his soul. Where the land never ceased to roll out before you, just like the time that were had and gone. I met friends and allies and killed nights with talks of war and tragedy and plagued our minds with visions asunder. Old castles served as abodes to ghosts to conjure up to scare out children our of wrong doings again and again and again, while we were afraid of doing wrong ourselves again and again and again. It was in the land of the emerald, the black Guinness and the blood that stains the gypsies fists that I was born again and again and again. Baptized by the love from a foreign tongue, transformed by the beauty that spills from the mountain tops where the sheep bleat their lives away.”

“The present is a funny thing. Always full of surprises that the future never seemed to have on offer. Events intertwine and give birth to new possibilities, while in a months time the whole course of your life can change from where it was three months before. Where you were three professions different then what the present seems to hold.”

“I long for the moments when my thoughts are more beautiful then any music that could fill the air. When the company of a warm conversation is more real and true then any fix could satisfy. When my love rests at peace in my arms and the rest of the world fades away.”


I’ll leave you with this. A little album of photos from adventures had so far on this trip across the pond, I just hope this album doesn’t close anytime soon…


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The Paranormal of Travel

I’ve come to miss London again already, quite terribly actually. It’s was nice to go back to a fondly thought of city,except this time more familiar and inept in my travel. Perhaps one of the smaller, more easily missed things in London that I grew fond of was the sights and sounds of the tube. Couples that were able to turn off the hundreds of eyes around them, and live in each others arms, a thing of beauty. I long to be consumed by a love like that again.

Then there was the business class, flipping their leather phone faces to get at their digital world, obtaining their social fix through the heads of their thumbs, while neglecting all the possible conversations around them. But is there a difference between a man who carries a phone, and a man who carries a paper? Do they not both serve as social blocks and barriers? A sign, regardless of the medium, that screams to its viewer, “Don’t bother me, I’m busy here!”. Either way I suppose conversation is killed and possible friendships aborted.

Yet one of the most dangerous creatures of the underground are the phantoms. The lovely ladies that catch the eye in a passing window, or in a seat down the carriage. Those phantoms who leave their mark on the rest of your day, plaguing your thoughts and mind with images of grandeur and love. A taste of what it might be to have her in your arms in some nameless park, where your blanket is the only patch of land that matters to you in that sea of acreage. To chase the feeling of the phantom, of what it might be like to run your hand down her smooth curved side, while you both feast off the sun and one an others love. But then the stop has come, or the window has passed. The phantom leaving you with nothing but a lesser version of yourself. Slightly sapped and dazed by your beautiful stranger.

Besides phantoms there is one other entity that haunts me when it comes to travel. Those are the ghosts. Remnants of memories long gone that are awakened when you reencounter the feelings which created them. You see, travel is one of the most haunting experiences I’ve ever had to deal with. Haunting in so many aspects. It’ll leave you breathless, not believing the things you saw, and leave you wanting more. But then it’ll also weigh heavy on your mind, body, and soul. A deadly combo. Always at the fringes of your thoughts, and eating at your romanticism. Your trip becomes full of last sights and lost loves.

The thing about ghosts is you never know when they’ll creep up. As you’re still largely unfamiliar with the cities and places you’ll be traveling to. But the good news is if it’s your first time being somewhere you have no dead and gone experiences to haunt you. You need not to worry about the unpredictable market corners that will spring out at you, knocking you silly. The spectres of memory that infuse you with longing and nostalgia. A whirlwind of past dampened and distant feelings and senses rush upon you. Glimpses at now long gone street performers give you one last encore in the minds eye, while the silent countless faceless of other ghosts clap around you. Sometimes the ghost is that of a taste that once enriched your then ignorant taste buds. Your eyes may move on, but your mouth remembers and waters in protest, as a piece of you is lost at that crossroad of unexpected paranormal.

Yet these ghosts and phantoms should not be feared or dreaded. as they gain no pleasure in your suffering. They serve as reminders of the beautiful, and are the bastions of the good. Welcome them, and in the process open up you and your heart. It’ll allow you to feel all the more. Make ghosts wherever you go. Little reminders of your former self in time, because who you were at that moment in time will always be somewhere in you, even if it did burrow itself in you deeper then you’d have liked.

To experience these phenomenons is to know your living to the fullest. As you’d miss them any other way. It becomes a nice sort of circle of the cerebrum. Memories and experience bring out the ghosts of old, and open your heart to be hit harder by the phantoms of love. Which in turn adds to your complexity and experience. Allowing you to create more vivid ghosts for tomorrow.


A Night in Waiting

I’m not sure how to come to grips with tomorrow yet. So many different feeling are drifting around inside of me, that’s it’s awfully difficult to nail it down to exactly which one if most present. There is fear sailing high on it’s impregnable ship, crushing lesser feelings that get in it’s way ,like anticipation and worry. While there are a few other juggernauts along for the ride. Love perhaps being the biggest of all, with excitement somehow tailing close behind in it’s wake.

But I don’t really want to nail tomorrow down to a certain feeling either. Nothing should be that simple, or one tract. We’re people, and people are complicated and complex. Capable of feeling many things at once. Like a deep worry of fear in the pits. Not knowing if this spontaneously thrown together last minute trip is such a good idea. Perhaps it would have been better to stay in the states and work all summer instead, along with all my other friends. When it comes down to it I honestly don’t know if I’m making the right decision in going. It’s the age old battle between the head and the heart. At the end of the day I have to go. If anything for love.

Love for travel, love for a country, love for friends, love for adventure. I’d rather feel all through love then not at all. To let her guide me with her gentle hands, then be ruled by reason alone. Of course I leave room for rationalization, as like I said, we’re complex beings, capable of more then just a base and singular feeling.

Yet, I can’t help but be overwhelmed on this night though. Packing and knowing that my return will not be had for a couple months. As few possessions go into a bag I think of the faces I will see that I was afraid I might not again. To think of the Tsiopani family and their home Eclipse. Things I wasn’t sure that I’d get to experience again when they last escaped my vision, and other surroundings replaced their familiar embrace. It’s a wild feeling to know that those things are on their way in the not to distant future. To know they’ll once again consume my world and re-imbue my soul with a deep burning love and romanticism. As it can’t be helped when your surrounded by so much beauty.

Then there’s one of my best friends Ian. A friend of old who I’m going to get to live and travel with for almost two weeks. To experience foreign and new things with a familiar and fun fellow by my side. To get to adventure with him, after already having done so much by his side. These things all weigh down on me until I can hardly breath because of their weight tonight. The excitement, fear, and love are all heavy feeling to bear at times.

I can’t wait to read future writings after new life is lived. I can’t wait to examine growth after another summer has come and gone. I can’t wait to laugh with familiar smiles. I can’t wait to eat like a king every night again. It’s a future I welcome with open arms and heart.

But, I’ll miss this place as well. My home. Where love was first discovered, and who I am built. But I’ll carry that with me as I leave it behind for a brief spell. I’ll miss the experiences lost here, and the family left behind. And to them, I bid them a very heavy adieu. With the promise of return soon though. A return full of new stories, and new life. So, until next time America, I bid you a fond fare well. And I shall see you tomorrow Europe. As for now though, goodnight world.


P.S If you’d like to follow along more with the adventure follow me on instagram @jeremystormsky, or click on the pictures off to the left. I’ll be taking and sharing lots of pictures of the journey along the way. I welcome all to come along for the ride.

Life Update!

First off, two apologies.

1. For not posting as often since summer has begun.

2. That I will probably continue not to post as regularly as summer continues, or at least until late July.

Why? Because I’m heading to Europe in two days on the 28th. It’s official, ticket is bought and hostels are booked. And I’ll be there until late July, early August. I’ll be traveling with my friend Ian Shrum from the 28th until the 10th of June. We’ll be starting our journey in Amsterdam, where we’ll spend a spell. After which we’ll head to London for a briefer time, and kill a few days there. And we’ll end our trip in Dublin, where he’ll fly out the 10th, and I’ll head down to southern Ireland to Kenmare where I’ll be spending most of the rest of the summer at the Eclipse Center again. The same location that I spent a majority of last summer at. And great news about that is most of the main gang from last year will be there again this year, so it’ll be a lovely summer reunited with old and dear friends. Something that I simply cannot wait for. Especially after have getting to travel with one of my best mates for almost two weeks. It’s going to be a wild ride of a summer.

That being said however, my internet capabilities will be spotty at best while over there, so blog posts will not be as frequent. Although I’ll try to post as often as I can. But good news is upon my return at the end of it all I’ll have a load of fresh stories to tell, as well as several other exciting new developments that are in the works as we speak now. Once I get back I’ll be beefing up the blog with loads of new content and features that will make this more than just a travel blog. But these developments are still in their infancy so I will not say much more than that. But be on the lookout for them come the end of summer.

Anyways, got to go pack and make final arrangements before departure, just wanted to give everyone a quick life update! I’ll see everyone on the other side, and my next post will be from across the big blue! Until then!

What is “Good Enough?”


“Living in perfection doesn’t give variation necessary to live a vibrant life. Perfection doesn’t let you feel the lows required to let you feel the highs. Good enough here means that I know my flaws and my mistakes are as much a part of me as my mannerisms and characteristics. Don’t try to live a flawless life.”
From my friend Chris’ first blog post, kid can write, the rest of it is equally as inspiring.
Ridiculously excited that he decided to start up a blog, and can’t wait to work with him and see where he goes and takes all of this. Give him a look and a little love, I promise you won’t be sorry!

Originally posted on BerryFarmUnion:

My whole life I’ve always wondered where I was going, what I wanted to be, and who I wanted to be. All of these questions are regular questions you ask yourself growing up, or after you’ve grown up and you still don’t know. I think my answer to those questions ends with a big, “Good enough.”

What do I mean, “Good enough?” “Good enough isn’t even a valid answer to some of those statements!” you may say. And you’d be right. But hey, I’m doing my best.

Where am I going? When I say good enough to that, I mean that I don’t want to end up in a big city, sprawling with the everyday turnings vital to a global economy. I just want to be somewhere I can meet nice people, do fun things, and live comfortably. That’s all that really matters in life to me. That may be…

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The Game Changer. Bellroy’s Traveler Walet

I remember getting my first wallet when I was a young child, it became one of the strangest, yet most admired of my possessions. I was beyond excited to receive that first wallet. For in my childlike eyes it became more then just a material object, it became a symbol of my growing up. Sure I didn’t have any money, or credit cards, or IDs to put in there yet, because my age was still before those sorts of worries. But still I had a wallet. Something that my father proudly carried and made things happen with. It was with his wallet that he saw to us being fed every week. It was by that wallet that he kept the lights on. It was by that wallet that he held some of the power of being a man. At least that was how my eyes saw it.  And now in my possession I had that tool of power, and that symbol of manhood. It was almost too much for my young mind to deal with. Yet now here I am, more then a decade later with a new wallet, and with just as much excitement. Thanks to the good folks over at Bellroy I have a new symbol to represent me and my travels with my new Traveler Wallet.


Stumbling upon this wallet online was a game changer for my traveling career, plain and simple. It offered new comforts and acted as a sort of de-stressor when it came to my traveling plans. My only regret is I wish I could’ve had this wallet a year ago for my first trip to Europe. What do I mean? Well this wallet is a travelers best friend, for it’s capable of holding all your important documents in one place. So forget about that fanny pack or awkward money belt that look ridiculous, and go check out this bad boy. It contains a pocket to hold your passport, an extra slot reserved just for those awkwardly huge boarding pass, and to act as a sort of cherry on top it even comes with a little micro pen for those pesky customs cards. Oh yeah, and don’t forget about the little special nook for your SIM card. Yeah I didn’t know a wallet was capable of all those things either, that is until I got this guy.


For me what all these little pockets hold is not your  important documents, but rather your peace of mind. As now I only have to worry about one thing when I travel. Not to mention this travelers wallet frees up a lot more room in my pockets. No longer do I need a pocket exclusively for my passport and boarding pass, nor do I have the added worry of crinkling up said boarding pass, it’s all in one safe location. Phew.


But wait there’s more, guaranteed this wallet will slim your pocket even more than your previous wallet. On top of your documents, it is large enough to hold whatever sort of currency you may have, and is capable of holding up to 8 cards, all while remaining thinner then my 3Gs iphone.


The only other thing you must know about this wallet is that it’s a tad bigger then your normal wallet, as it holds your passport. So it’s roughly the size of that, length and width wise when it’s closed, and obviously double that when it’s opened up. Which I personal like, that’s just more real estate for me to place my money, cards, tickets, or whatever while on the road.


So if you’re a traveler, a banker, bus driver, or whatever your profession, Bellroy will hook you up and slim your wallet. Go check out the travelers wallet over at and the rest of their line at, which offers a wallet for whatever you do in life. Oh, and did I mention that the leather this wallet is made of looks absolutely incredible and automatically will turn heads and make you look all the more professional? Yeah that’s right. So what are you waiting for? Go check out


My Daily Resolution

I want to create something beautiful, everyday in my life. I hate when a day goes by and I’m left feeling less than full because something wasn’t accomplished. Because I didn’t talk to a beautiful stranger that I’d thought up the perfect line for, but was to afraid to use. Because I was in to much of a rush to venture down an unfamiliar road, or to truly appreciate the awe in a sunset. Rather, after a day has been had, I want to be left spent, not able to be filled up with one more ounce of love or beauty, because if I am I’ll burst at the seems. When I close my eyes at night I want to be able to replay scenes of wonder, and hear laughter ringing in my ears. To know my friends and I lived large, and didn’t care about consequences or judgments being hurled our way.

Adventure is so much more then just throwing some items into a backpack, and then throwing those straps onto your shoulders to run off somewhere, all wide eyed and full of wonder.  It’s more then foreign lands and grandeur, reserved only for those with a thick pocket book and more time then we. To me adventure is just another word for breaking away from the monotonous living of everyday life.

I find this beautiful phenomenon in all facets of life, and try to do so in every day living. Every time I feel a lovers fingers locked with mine, or get to gaze into eyes that drown me with their depth I count myself lucky, and adventure achieved. Every time I’m walking down a sidewalk, taking in the sights and sounds the world has to offer and am stricken with a new idea for some aspect of my life, or am caught off guard by nature, I thank god that adventure was achieved. When I’m sitting in my dorm late at night, working on a new project, or blaring my tunes to envelope my soul  in waves of awesome, boom, adventure achieved.

People ask to go on adventures with me because they themselves are not fortunate enough to find or have their own. What they seem to not realize though is, adventure is all around us. It’s just about setting our expectations and perceptions in order to find this most beautiful of allies. Don’t fall under the umbrella of believing that you have to travel to adventure, because you don’t. All you have to do is find it in wherever you are, at whatever moment you’re at in your life is open your eyes and she will appear, waiting.