Empathic Adventurers
I know my shadow better than my reflection. I don’t recognize my hands without dirt in the creases, Illuminating the lines and patterns of my palms. I see myself in the context of this meadow: small, yet influential. I watch my feet step over… Continue Reading “My Worth Is In The Wilderness”
In one week of wilderness therapy, I saw over twenty shooting stars from my sleeping bag. Like clockwork, I was awoken by worried whispers at 3am, by a student who needed to go to the bathroom. Each day I watched the snow melt off… Continue Reading “My First Week Working in Wilderness Therapy”