I'm loud. I'm excitable, high energy, and often can be found howling and whooping at the sight of epic sunsets, sunrises, or general displays of awesome natural beauty (have you seen my eclipse video? 😅). Most of the time it annoys the people I'm around, and for a while, I started feeling embarrassed about how loud I am. I began to shrink for other people, taming my excitement because I didn't want them to find me annoying. As you might guess, I began to feel as small as I acted. I'm not saying that everybody needs to be loud and excited, but I was denying myself expression. I've realized that I was made to bring energy and stoke, and share that excitement with others. So catch me outside, howling at the mountains 🏞️
Doing your Dream is inherently terrifying. there's exposure to failure, embarrassment, and the ever-unsettling unknown. but time and time again, i've found the fear to be fake. the lion at the gate turned out to be a cardboard cutout, and toppled over to the breeze of my stride as I ran right through.
Savoring some warm coffee after a 9 hour drive through the night for sunrise. The sun cracked into the sky, painting our favorite peaks a wild orange hue. I'm grateful for quiet simple moments like this, and stand behind every decision I've made to pursue them. Never forget to follow your stoke.
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"There is no quiet place in the white man’s cities. No place to listen to the leaves of spring or the rustle of insect wings. But perhaps because I am a savage and do not understand – the clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lovely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night? The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind itself cleansed by a mid-day rain, or scented by a pinõn pine: The air is precious to the redman. For all things share the same breath – the beasts, the trees, and the man."
-Chief Seattle to President Franklin Pierce, 1855
ice slowly retreated from its nocturnal advance towards the center of the lake. the seams of my boots wept at the sun's warmth, the winter's dew. i snapped a photo of a man and his son, "It's never this cold in South Africa!" the boy proclaimed.
Fall gradually blurring into winter at 12,000'.