It was a misty day, dreary, foreboding and rich, brooding, and emotional; which absolutely mimics my internal experience of the world.  Three of us set out on the Mountains to Sea Trail and with a pit in my stomach, and the need to ground in these mountains. It's amazing how being so out of shape you can’t breath helps you win the battle between mind and body. I couldn’t ignore the feeling of my lungs inverting because holy balls, that was straight the hell uphill and they were definitely more “hiking fit” than I was.   

 I crave to understand the whys and the hows of being a healthy, female community leader. As I sat in my chair in my room, listening to binaural beats for focus because frankly, I have to re-read pages constantly without it. It is just evidence of a life long struggle to stay present in the pages and not in the constant catastrophizing in my head