Dirt and rock beneath my feet, I began to make my way back down Ryan Mountain.
I found myself stopping ever so often to write down thoughts that were too poignant to let go.
Sketching vivid images that my mind was eagerly creating.
Feeling my fingers itch for my pen and paper.
I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as creativity began pulsing through my body.
Over the years, I’ve found a grounding. A heartbeat. A place where I can truly, unequivocally be myself. As I looked out over the vast desert, it’s easy to say that this time was no exception.