I could hear the wind chimes calling me outdoors to release my pain and anguish.

Nature can be the perfect tool in your therapy toolbox. Engage your body as you meander along a trail or rest on the back porch. Inhale the scents of grass and moist earth. Listen to the sound of chipmunks rustling through the leaf litter and eastern towhees searching for fallen seed. Use these metronomes of the earth to keep the beat of your

how do I continue to love all these things without becoming burnt out? The answer, I’ve found, is to shift gears. I reignite my passions by focusing on something new within the realm.

Decluttering your mind at any moment may help free up room for the thoughts that need more time.

Nature is my favorite place to explore, to frolic, to cry, to learn, to grow—the list is as endless as my curiosity.

I’ve had the privilege of hugging trees from the Cascades to the Great Smokies and have twirled from the Alps to the Alaska Range, giving mother nature a little performance in appreciation for her hospitality. I enter her gates broken and leave whole again.

Bonded, we went beyond, to bigger, higher, and deeper terrain.

Grounding yourself in the creations and reiterations of this world brings hope to the fact that everything regenerates.

I have become a specialist on the future self I know I want to arrive at and the work she will be doing.