up mountains and past streams (of consciousness)

After recently venturing off on a spontaneous road trip to the Smoky Mountains, I find myself constantly missing the curvy, shaded drives with occasional sunbeams peeking through the trees, the sights of black bears and elk, and of course the mountains. On the first day of the trip, my boyfriend and I made the trek…

why trees are better than most people

Trees are simple. When I enter the woods to endure a long walk, carrying the weight of my tumultuous and disorganized internal world, the trees just...stand there. And listen. They don't fidget. They don't run away, yet their leaves waver and pulsate so I know they are attentive. When I enter the woods, I feel authentic.…