If you stay lost in the wild long enough, you'll find yourself.
I paused for a moment and glanced up to see if I would need to dodge any more animals falling from the sky. I was already 13 miles into the 17-mile hike I had planned to do the day before my trek. ‘Damn. I really am out here,’ I thought to myself.
I was already halfway up the mountain when I briefly thought about turning back in my head that made no sense. I was already here on the mountain. I quickly and confidently checked my bag for my throwing knives and figured that I would be alright. I was already in the middle of doing something that I wanted to do, and I was going to finish it anyway.
With everyone holding up in their homes, technology has become the tool that is keeping us united. However, it REALLY would have sucked if this happened back when I was poking people on Facebook, hanging tacky wall flair.
In this episode of Jazzed About Nature Podcast, I have a conversation with Gary Golding (aka the Tarzan of Los Angeles) a frequent Naked and Afraid contestant with a message he wants to spread that he has tattooed on his back.
If you asked me a year ago if I would be the ambassador for the Los Angeles chapter of the international hiking group, Hiker Babes, whose mission is to unite women who share a passion for the outdoors into a community, I would have laughed.
I wrote a poem with the LA River in mind, but I also drew parallels between the river and the highways that weave in and around Los Angeles.
The most important thing you need to do in order to overcome nearly any obstacle is to take a step back and breathe.
I wanted to write a poem about my love for the sun even though summer calls for a much more intense presence. I still stand transfixed by the view and wanted to write down my unorganized thoughts and share them with you.
Although I’m happy to see people getting outside and connecting with nature, I would like to see more education on stewardship of the land.
You Always Take Something With You When You Go “This internship has nothing to do your English degree—why are you even here?” A tall young man holding a nice camera used for recording the resident talent had questioned my bizarre motives. I turned to face him wondering the exact same thing. “I have no idea.” [...]
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