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The Call of the Hills
Whizz. Zip. Hum. The hummingbird began its morning ritual early, its tiny wings moving so fast it seemed suspended in the air — hovering from flower to flower, gathering nectar pooled deep within their petals. Nearby, a squirrel traced its restless path across the rooftop, its chatter so familiar it had long since crossed into…
What I Did Not Know How to See
When I lived in Humboldt County, the world felt almost too pristine. It was too open and too unhurried. I couldn’t fully surrender to its quiet rhythms. Life there moved at a pace that asked something different of me, something I didn’t yet know how to give. Living now in the Bay Area feels like…
What the Ocean Gives Freely
The endless blue ocean looked calm, as though a soft blanket had been stretched over the Pacific as far as the eye could see—this was my view yesterday as I drove along Highway 1 from Cambria to Carmel-by-the-Sea. The drive itself was nothing new to me; I’ve traveled this route countless times. What took my…
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