“In detachment lies the wisdom of uncertainty…in the wisdom of uncertainty lies the freedom from our past, from the known, which is the prison of past conditioning. And in our willingness to step into the unknown, the field of all possibilities, we surrender ourselves to the creative mind that orchestrates the dance of the universe.” …
When I first heard of forest bathing, I imagined someone finding a mossy pond in a quiet forest and taking a bath in it. Turns out forest bathing doesn’t literally mean bathing in a forest. Rather, it is bathing in the essence of nature. In other words, forest bathing is simply walking in a forest, …
When a human being achieves the seemingly impossible, I think we should take a moment to stop and think about the how. Then, use the how to inspire our bold steps towards our own aspirations. I’m not a fan of going to the movies, but watching Free Solo was well worth seeing on the big …
A picture is worth a thousand words. A video is worth more. From the top to the very southern tip, here is a video culminating my adventures across the continent of South America: Starting in Colombia, my home for almost a year, I visited one magical place to another. On the coastline of Nuqui, near …
We all easily get lost in the erratic noise of life, whether it is with school, work, family or our social life. Life speeds by us like a train: we hop off at one aspect of our life only to hop back on for our next destination, crossing things off our list, then trying to …
A year ago, I spent a glorious day of solitude in the Caribbean town of Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica. I was nearing the end of my time in Costa Rica, and after spending so much of my time traveling with new incredible friends, I was now soaking up my last bit of Costa Rica on …
Sitting in the Los Angeles airport, neither Ally nor I had a hostel booked in Paris, nor our connecting train rides to take us down to the start of the Camino de Santiago in St. Jean Pied de Port, France. All we had were ridiculous smiles on our faces and our backpacks, which carried limited …
There’s an interesting process of returning home from a trip. Right as I’m nearing the end of my travels, I’m in a bittersweet place: I’m sad that my adventure is over, but I’m also tired. I’m ready to go home to my bed, my clean shower and toilet, to my friends and family. To comfort. …
I am very much a child. I look at the world with big wondering eyes the same way a newborn might look at the loving, somewhat familiar face of a mother. When I travel, the world is good to me. It’s new, it’s challenging. It’s sitting there, waiting for me to touch, smell, see. All for me. …