Montana’s Bob Marshall Wilderness is a gentle, unfamiliar world to me. Never in my wildest dreams have I seen mountains so stoic or rivers so clear. The bellow of a
I laughed with Stella as we sat in her mountain log home. You might not see the underlying resemblance between the older woman sitting my opposite, but together we shared
I looked out across the vast landscape and saw the three remaining glaciers, each pouring into strong veins of water before converging. I sat and stared, admiring the beauty of
The golden rays of the setting sun peek through the branches of the trees as I sit beside the river. The water rushes by, flowing over rocks in waves of
Growing up, my idea of medicine was prompted by a reluctant swallow of an alarmingly pink-red liquid, magically changing the inner workings of my body as a young girl. This
As a kid growing up on the Oregon coast, much of my free time consisted of poking slugs among the Douglas fir and gazing endlessly at tide pool creatures among
I sit on the large rocks that meet the water’s edge and watch the rapids flow into the whirlpool where the river changes course. I close my eyes and listen
Do I respect my time? Am I living intentionally? What am I seeking from each day? These questions may be perceived differently, but can relate in all. This course has