With the freedom of a blank canvas, the travel gods created a masterpiece.

Knowing I survived the toughest season when my mental and energetic tanks were already near empty, I'm excited to see what blossoms out of the rest of the year.

Not a clue. But the rest of me went to the Wasatch Mountains.

One year ago today, in the darkened predawn hours of November 7th, I watched my mother take her last breath.

Our parts form throughout the various stages of our lives, even as early as en eutero, based on what was happening to us or around us at any given time.

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When I spotted the common thread, I felt with every ounce of my being that the universe had been preparing me for my mother's death long before it rerouted me back to the US early last year.

Curiosity was the common thread in every experience that contributed to this decade-plus unfolding

These things I'm moving through are universal truths. My grief is unique, but my circumstances are not.

I watched the most lively human I know fade from existence two decades too early.

For me, roaming the world like a vagabond keeps me anchored in my adult chair more than anything else.

The last two weeks have been such a gift…

It's official; I'M COMING HOME YA'LL!!

I remember thinking, "Fairy tale moments really do exist. This must be a good omen for our journey ahead."