…I burrowed deep into my sleeping bag and pulled a cherished wool blanket over us both. The tension I had felt began to unravel on its own.

"At times, the world feels like a brilliant autumn leaf adrift in an unexpected place—out of context, yet vibrant and unapologetically present. In moments like these, perhaps the only thing left to do is meet it all with compassion. And maybe—just maybe—that’s enough."

without thought... bear spray

THEY ARE FOR EACH OTHER

I had this vision of capturing balance and stability on a stump against the backdrop of majestic mountains, then writing about inner strength and balance.

The reality was that I ended up catapulting off that very stump yesterday. As I hurtled forward, all I could think about was…

that train.

magical and pure

—not nostalgic really,

it never went anywhere

not far

not near

just here

3,000 years to live…

…the song “Sunshine on my shoulders” by John Denver came to mind in its full sweetness.

dance a little…

My understanding of these "little people" was limited, except that it was a Crow Native American story that shared they came out at night, dancing and smiling by the flickering firelight. It filled me with a sense of wonder…

A three image collage. Ocean with low clouds let with pink and a bright blue sky, Green bushes in the foreground. Cheyenne with her legs crossed sitting at the bench with a coffee cup in a tray with quiche and a cup of cream looking out over the ocean. A wooden bench made from a tree trunk.

…Within the chaos, one can be completely carefree..without making oneself wrong…

Cheyenne sitting on a rock with an inflatable red canoe by the river. Bent knees, elbows on knees and she’s looking at the camera