“Live the Life of Your Dreams: Be brave enough to live the life of your dreams according to your vision and purpose instead of the expectations and opinions of others.” - Roy T. Bennett 📸 @andrewleffel #WearYourImpact
San Juan Island, Washington 🇺🇸 .
Oh, how I missed these guys! 🐳
We had two days with amazing encounter of the transient orcas here around San Juan Island, which is located right next to the American and Canadian water border.
I will never get used to seeing them in the wild. This is my happy place. 💙
A lot of people asked us if we are here for the eclipse and were even more confused when we told them we only just left Central Oregon (were the total eclipse would've been viewed best) for Washington. America went mad for this eclipse, I'm glad we were out of the area before chaos broke in.
We will stay focused on the amazing whales out here. 👌
Here is the very first rock that I climbed in the Evergreen state, the Tooth! On the approach we encountered some salmonberries, pikas, and whistlepigs, all of which felt rather exotic. I also learned (v excitedly) that "whistlepig" is another word for a marmot. Summit views of Snoqualmie Pass were 👌, even with the wildfire haze. And it was super fun to reunite with @kaleandkittens, with whom I have been friends since high school when we lobbied with Amnesty International. Such a treat to enjoy west coast life with east coast friends. 💖 #smokingweedonnotablesummits
Sometimes I miss Seattle while I'm here in London.
Seattle has been my home my entire life (aside from those short couple of years in Oregon), I've found the most comfort surrounded by Evergreens, with the mountains always visible in the distance. I'm going to miss being a three hour drive or less from beaches, deserts, forests, cities, small towns, the best hikes, and the best foods. But I've wanted London since I was 8, it's my home now, and I wouldn't change that for the world. I'll learn to find my comfort in the hills and the history, the food and the people. I'm going to love it here, I just know it.
I spent more than 10 minutes staring at this view; thinking, processing, and contemplating everything that's happened in the last 9 months. I'm not sure where I'm at in the steps of moving past some things, but I do know that Asgard was dangerous and difficult. If I can handle hiking ~50 challenging miles in 5 days, I can move on. Eventually. .
Thank you, Enchantments, for giving me the time, space, and wonderment to think, and not think at the same time.
Mid-day break from work for a short hike and some time in the sun was just what this Monday needed. I woke up not ready for the weekend to be over and completely unfocused. Here's to a better and more productive tomorrow 🙌🏻.
I've figured out that I've been desperately trying to make my days longer as my summer becomes shorter. This shot was taken at 6:48am as a "hiking expert" and I woke up at 4am to catch the sunrise before the eclipse today. When we reached the summit, there was short of 10 people surrounding us, and we ended up staying there for 4+ hours watching both the crowd slowly grow around us and the sun quickly light up the sky. Time flew by quickly, and if I had the opportunity to do it again, I would. Go out and try something different with different people or even by yourself. You don't need a group of people to have a good time. One is more than enough (and a couple of chipmunks)
What a view from #SteptoeButte ❗️😲 Thanks for sharing @lanajankovic 👍🏻
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A Side Effect of Living.
The insufferable truth might just be that we’re often swept up in whirlwinds that knock some of our most special pieces off the shelf, sending them shattering irreparably. Mistakes are tripped into that will send us halfway to hell for the rest of our lives, housing unassailable regrets that tuck us into bed every evening with wicked conviction. We tread heavily, carelessly, leaving marks that are impossible to erase. At some point or another, we inevitably look up from a dizzying tailspin only to find the space between black and white, once clear as day, no longer holds stable ground. The magnitude of certain events will rattle us irreversibly to our core. In doing so, it’ll pull an unnerving realization to the surface as the dust settles.
Maybe there are some splintered things that, regardless of how desperately and meticulously you attempt to piece them back together, will never quite be the same again. You’ll stare at them placed neatly back on the shelf, the light catching tiny fractures reflecting back at you. And maybe, you'll quietly realize there are a thousand and one reasons why hurricanes are named after people.
If the incontestable notion is that we both lose and gain pieces at the same alarming rate, I guess the lingering question then becomes: who will you choose to become in the wake of a storm, and where to from here?