Life’s been super life-ing hard lately. So I decided to just go for it and try my first hike.
I joined a group of strangers at Mt. Batulao—my “mother mountain” here in my country, the Philippines. 🇵🇭
Sometimes the care and love you give doesn’t take root where you thought it would, but love still shows up in so many ways: in plants guiding your path, flowers, friendly dogs that greet you on to that scenic trail, a breeze of cold air, a view that’s totally new but somehow feels like home, and strangers-turned-friends who literally lend their hands to help you up and show you which rocks are safe to step on.
The shared “bulalo“ meals. Our Filipino Laughter. The process was challenging but beautiful!
Honestly, the peak wasn’t even the highlight for me during the trail.
It was realizing that what you put out into the universe comes back in different forms and tenfolds, and my connection with nature reassure me that I still have a place in this world. 🤍
So, yes, take a hike. Nature finds its own ways to heal.
