Sometimes healing doesn’t announce itself. Sometimes it sneaks in through mountain air, morning walks, laughter, creativity, and the realization that you’re doing things you couldn’t imagine doing just weeks before. Colorado gave me more than a wonderful trip—it helped me find a piece of myself I thought I’d lost.

Sometimes you can be completely exhausted and completely full at the same time. This week in Colorado reminded me that the people, passions, and moments we love can restore us in ways that rest alone sometimes can’t.

I’m still in the middle of healing, but somewhere along the way I realized my life never stopped. I’m creating art, selling ravens, preparing to teach in Colorado, laughing at this crazy body—and occasionally taking a two-hour nap. Maybe we don’t have to wait until everything is fixed to keep living our story.