Now, I’m sitting next to a cold mountain stream. At around 9,000 feet, taking in the stillness of the air, and the sun peeking through the trees. Shawn and I will camp here tonight, somewhere near North Lake, outside of Bishop. The Land Cruiser struggles at this elevation, but it’s fine – It was a slow, steady climb up the mountain.

I sat last night under the stars, in the Alabama Hills, hoping for something inspired, hoping for some healing.

And the tears silently fell down my face, around my ears, down my neck.