The Opportunity of Being Lost

I looked down at my feet, my chacos barely visible underneath the patches of wildflowers and ferns. I could no longer see any visible trail, just the forest floor covering the hill. I lifted myself higher as I stepped onto a fallen tree, but even attempting to get higher, did no help for my visibility. The trail seemed…

Warriors of Wanderlust

The rain steadily fell from the sky, slowly soaking the crowd huddled beneath the aged maple tree. I watched with careful attention to the stir of voices, excited laughs, and the silence of those who came alone. I looked up at the arch, the words boldly displayed the internal desires of almost everyone there. The one…

The Love of Mothers

“But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins” Mitch Albom. For One More Day. I was sitting on the floor by my grandmother’s chair, listening intently to her words. I asked why she decided to stay at home and raise three children. She replied, “Well as you…

Learn To Trust Your Own Bones

The morning was soft and quiet. The gentle hum of the birds whirled near the window as the wind moved gently through the leaves. I stared out across the valley, watching the haze of the sky gently kiss the mountains. The cat swirled at my feet, gently nudging me. Perhaps gently reminding me that I…