Haystack (Goonies) Rock - Cannon Beach, Oregon Moments like these: where I am standing alone at a crossroads between infinite fields on the Camino de Santiago in Spain, where I can feel the misty texture of the clouds while summiting mountains in Japan, where I can feel an intense connection while having a deep conversation with a close friend, and while I stand awestruck at the sight of the innumerable vastness that is the ocean. Moments like these feel as though the source of the universe itself brushes past my heart with a whisper that there “is something more to all of this.” A whisper that gets louder with each successive experience, and becomes a declaration that as dark as the world may seem sometimes, it is an extraordinarily wonderful place.

Haystack (Goonies) Rock - Cannon Beach, Oregon

Moments like these: where I am standing alone at a crossroads between infinite fields on the Camino de Santiago in Spain, where I can feel the misty texture of the clouds while summiting mountains in Japan, where I can feel an intense connection while having a deep conversation with a close friend, and while I stand awestruck at the sight of the innumerable vastness that is the ocean.

Moments like these feel as though the source of the universe itself brushes past my heart with a whisper that there “is something more to all of this.” A whisper that gets louder with each successive experience, and becomes a declaration that as dark as the world may seem sometimes, it is an extraordinarily wonderful place.