Mountains bring me a sense of adventure, movement, and energy. They spark my ambition and my drive. A twelve-mile hike feels less like a challenge and more like an invitation! One filled with wildlife, twists and turns, and the highs and lows only the mountains can offer. In that terrain, all my senses come alive. I’m aware of direction, safety, the layers on my back. I’m dialed in. Present. Ready for the commitment it takes to be in the mountains.
The beach, though, is a different kind of home. It has always meant vacation, rest, and to exhale. The waves; no matter how strong the current or how tall they rise, remind me of everything we move through and everything we’re capable of surviving. They echo our own rhythm: breathing in, breathing out, shifting, returning. Whether I’m stretched out with a good book, watching the sun melt into the horizon, or standing in awe at a pastel sunrise, the water somehow pulls me back to myself. It brings me to my happy place.
In the end, both the mountains and the beach hold a dear place in my heart. Each is a world of its own, a reminder of the beauty and wonder we’re lucky enough to live among. Nature is a badass… and it makes this life feel a little more manageable, a little more magical.
The Transforming Teacher 