What the mountains teach us
The mountains taught us it’s okay that it gets cold. That the important piece is to have a fire, a gathering place.
San Jose Del Pacifico, Mexico (February 2026)
A warm heart to draw out the other travellers from their isolation and remind us that we are stronger together.
That though the shadows encroach—waiting at the borders to consume us—our love, fire, and faith keep them at bay.
Our joined inspiration—one flame meeting the another—create a pyre to the gods.
The infinite cosmos that feed and nourish us.
The forest taught us to have reverence for the silence and stillness.
That in the place where the world sun doesn’t kiss our skin—fuelling us with delirium and infantile recklessness—we are asked to connect with our resourcefulness instead.
It becomes the lesson of finding our own inner light. Of understanding the terrain and respecting the guides who have marked the earth before us. The ground we tread on with mindful feet and seeing hands.
The mountains taught us to remember. That the real journey always happens within.
