DAY 001 || YEAR 021

As I begin another adventure filled trip around the sun, I reflect on a journal entry my (roughly) 13-year-old self wrote. I didn’t know then the truth in which it would resonate with me many years later. [ PSA – the original grammar remains, so please excuse the (many) mistakes in advance ] “Some people are … More DAY 001 || YEAR 021

the way nature speaks: sometimes silently and sometimes in screams

It says hello through the whistle of the wind and waves goodbye through the gentle sway of tree branches in the breeze It says I am powerful through the crashing waves in a big body of water, in a meandering river downstream somewhere quaint, in a small waterfall tucked in the midst of canopy trees It acknowledges us as the sun shines down on bare … More the way nature speaks: sometimes silently and sometimes in screams