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Here, in impeccably accurate photo form, Mountain Emily vs. City Emily. .
Left: me, 10 days without a shower, underfed, wildly happy. Right: me, back in Oslo, clean, full, calm.
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Sometimes I feel like the things I’m passionate about are at opposite ends of the spectrum (ie: guiding, climbing, running, instructing, dirtbagging vs. my fascination with cities, planning systems, sociology, design & aesthetics, the built environment, etc.) but there’s no one part of me that’s winning out over the other, which has left me feeling sort of directionless at times. Norway gave me an almost painful amount of downtime to reconsider everything I’ve been working towards and where I want to focus my energy, and led me to shed a lot that wasn’t leading me towards certain goals.
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Turns out when you spend 8 hours in a sleeping bag talking out life with one of your closest friends, things start to make sense! I’ve committed to going back to school to get my GIS certificate (geographic information systems) and getting back into urban planning / urban design / cartography. Maybe these worlds can overlap somehow Ideas?
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Thanks @wanderingtrailsmedia for the portraits and also for listening to me talk for probably literally hundreds of hours...
Its only been six months since finishing my thru hike of the PCT, but the trail feels distant to me now, and the girl who lives in the woods as well. I know this feeling; my quiet low grade panic settling in when it’s been too long since I’ve sat in silence under the stars. But this feeling is met with excitement and determination... because I know it’s time to set out again. Stay tuned for an upcoming post about my trek this July! Hint*** I’ll be on the look out for huldufólk as I make my way across the Island ...
I haven’t had the words lately. Sometimes there’s too much inside my head to process that I just need to step away and feel. But as of lately, I haven’t allowed myself the time to feel. And with that said, this feels incomplete. But the damn truth is, this EARTH, has saved my life. It has made me recognize simplicity. It has humbled me. Shown me resilience and strength. It ignites me and pumps me full of life. On Saturday, I laid my ass in the dirt and the feeling was indescribable. Have you ever gone somewhere or been with someone where you KNOW that’s exactly where you belong? I belong outside. I belong with the dirt. The bugs.
The stars. The moon. The trees. The sun. The mountains. The birds. It is my home. And actually, it’s the one thing that ALL of us humans share. It is OUR home. So let’s be kind. And lets celebrate this Earth, everyday. Because it needs us just as much as we need her. Bless you, Mother Earth. And thank you. .
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Enjoy these photos of Earths beauty in which I have been so honored to enjoy this last year.
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