forever england


if i should die, think only this of me:
that there’s some corner of a foreign field
that is forever england. there shall be
in that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
a dust whom england bore, shaped, made aware,
gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
a body of england’s, breathing english air,
washed by the rivers, blest by the suns of home.

and think, this heart, all evil shed away,
a pulse in the eternal mind, no less
gives somewhere back the thoughts by england given:
her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
and laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness
in hearts at peace, under an english heaven.

-the soldier, by rupert brooke

when i was 9, god answered my curious prayer for truth, in england.
when i was 16, i moved away on my own for the first time, to england.
when i was 21 and 22, i saw miracles everyday as a missionary, in england.
this summer, at 25, i returned on a soul-exposing independent journey, to england.

this blog is about to become a major travelogue (as if it isn’t already). the purpose is to update interested family and friends on my adventures, and the side-effect is hopefully to share some beauty and some enthusiasm for said beauty with anyone and everyone. i feel a little silly about slapping most of the details of my british isles trip on the internet, but i learned a powerful lesson while traveling alone: life is for sharing. i don’t think i’ve ever had such an intense desire to share – so read or look as you please! and let me know what you think, or what beauty you’ve found to share yourself.


  1. come on let's see some photos then.

  2. I can't wait to hear about your trip to England. Your blog inspires me to be better in everyday life, reach deeper into my spiritual self and to look around this beautiful earth and give thanks. Thank you.