My life today looks staggeringly different than it did when I wrote my last post. I have traded red-faced cliffs and finger-like palm trees for tall-standing conifers and the resilient solitude that doesn't exist outside of the heart of the forest.
We're walking distance to the Grand Canyon, tucked within the depths of a forest that listens to wildlife more than it does people, and it's been so unspeakably healing. Every day, I wake up to elk threading quietly between the trees. Every evening, I hear coyotes singing a chorus of battle cries at the sky.
And for the first time in months, I feel truly safe. Truly alive.