Wild Gratitude

Wild Gratitude

  Walking through the forest more slowly than usual   feeling the crunch of every stone beneath my boots and with the weight of everything I required to meet my basic needs resting firmly on the width of my hips my skin started to expand   reaching for...
Adventure as a Medium for Growth

Adventure as a Medium for Growth

I think it happened as I swirled precariously around the outside edge of a massive whirlpool they called The Washing Machine.  I wore denim shorts and a lifejacket, thankfully, and it was the first day of my period. I was sixteen. Whitewater rafting wasn’t my...
Adventure and Confidence

Adventure and Confidence

I feel like my first true adventure happened when I was sixteen years old. Although my folks had taken me traveling and on hikes through the woods, my whitewater rafting experience with my Dad was a true adventure – one that was unpredictable and a little...