I think about the unconfirmed supernatural explanations of phenomena as I gaze up inversely toward the endless black carpet filled with brilliant dust particles of light. I am still someone who wanders into nature to recharge regardless.
My life makes sense when you look at it in Leap Years. It’s more confusing to look at my life when you look at every year in between. It’s as if I’ve only ever hit the correct axis of time if you scrunched up the detailed map of my journey to get here—the day before the day that only exists every four years.
We Have A Dream: Women Come Together To Inspire Diversity Outdoors As Published on Evergreen Girls “Oh, YOU like hiking and camping? I didn’t think that you would be into that?” The comment came from a friend after hearing about one of my latest camping trips. It was around the time that I had joined [...]