I could feel her soft cool breath delicately brush rogue strands of hair that fell from my messy ponytail past my face. Her light and warmth guide me on a path frequently trekked by other lovers. She is beautiful with her sky-high blues and seas of green. She gives, and she takes creating an elegant balance that grounds you. When you stare into her soul, you can’t help but fall deeply in love. As I grab my hiking poles and dig a little deeper into her floor, I am just thankful that she exists. Continue reading “For The Love Of Nature”
I didn’t have access to a pen and paper. No ink blots were to be left as stains on my hands and parchment. There were no sticky notes around, no computers or phones to type with, and no notepads to doodle in. It was then that I knew that I wouldn’t be able to think.
After a trip to the restroom and a gulp of water, I lined up at the back of one of the final waves of the 2018 Surf City Half Marathon race. I was a little nervous about finishing the whole thing knowing that I hadn’t hit my mileage target. The words, I just might die, kept swirling around my head until the race announcer cued the sound for the start of the race.
Five years ago I wrote myself a letter. “Dear Future self…” it began. I was part of series of letters that I had written every couple of years to myself since I was eleven-years-old. I had started keeping a journal after becoming obsessed with the 
