It probably comes as no surprise to many, but living the #writerslife of a #travelingpoet isn't always easy. Often, it involves living in confined spaces and coming up with creative ways to acquire and make food. I think most of us agree that it's an essential part of being alive, but also, like music or art, food is a universal language.  

So, with food on the brain, I wanted to look at a brief period in my life where I wasn't sure when my next meal was going to come about. 

It was actually not too long ago, when I was traveling with the goddess and we ended up landing in New Mexico for a spell, specifically working at a work exchange hostel that turned out to be a bit more intense than anticipated, yet also filled with many lessons.

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