Category: Ridge Rambles
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What Immigrating Taught Me About Starting Over
I was eighteen when I left everything familiar behind. Not in the dramatic, movie-scene way where you’re brave and glowing and certain. It was quieter than that. Heavier. I carried what I could hold, documents, a few clothes, the weight of decisions that couldn’t be undone, and stepped into a…
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Nature Is Healing (Even When You Don’t Have Words)
There are moments when language fails. Not in the poetic, romantic way people like to post about, but in the real way. The kind where everything feels tangled, heavy, and too sharp to touch. The kind where explaining would require more energy than you have left. The kind where even…
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The Trail Held Me Together When Everything Else Was Falling Apart
I don’t remember the exact date. I remember the temperature. Cool enough that my breath showed, warm enough that the forest still smelled alive. The trail was quiet, no voices, no dogs, no rush. Just dirt under my boots and the steady rhythm of my breath, trying to find its…
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Why Nature is the Best Mirror: Lessons from the Trail
Sometimes, the trail shows us what we’ve been avoiding. When I lace up my shoes and head into the woods, I’m not usually seeking clarity. I just need space. But without fail, nature has a way of offering it. The steady rhythm of breath and step on a steep incline…