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The Grand Canyon

You move along this winding path, dust from the ground clinging to your surface. As you leave your footprints behind, you may smile at the moments you’ve left behind, each one shaping and cultivating you and each one stored in your heart bank forever.
A dainty marigold glances at your direction, little in size but large in essence, the petals emanate a glow which in turn warms you and feels vaguely familiar. Familiar in such a way that you feel you may have met this marigold before — impossible. You would have remembered this vibrant energy and then you laugh, basking in its beauty and telling of your many secrets.
The flower grows taller near you every bit, soaking in your laughs and joys like the vibrating rays of the sun, until one day it is time for you to go. You hesitate, thinking selfishly that you may need this flower’s affection one day and you grab it, a mere second away from pulling the blossom apart the ground where it is continually nourished. But you stop, gasping at your greedy attachment. You realize you are not this beautiful and strong marigold’s nutrients, nor it yours, and the paths are each winding, always in different, untelling directions.
For it to grow and for you to grow, you must continue on your journey, letting the sun bask on both of you, remembering that once this warmth was shared between two souls thriving on separate journeys, you think to yourself.
A friend must be experienced, enjoyed, treasured — never expected, judged or held in place. A flower will inevitably fade in gloom if lifted from its grounds of its breaths. It is to be smiled with, not changed — laugh, cry and understand the beauty of this life with.
It’s funny to think that this time last year I hadn’t even thought about going to South America; didn’t even think it was a possibility or an option.
Then something changed inside of me.. and I knew I had to get out and see the world. Whether or not it was an option, I was going to make it an absolute must.
It’s been about 3 months since I’ve been back from South America. With even trips sprinkled within to Costa Rica and South Korea, nothing compares to the land, culture and people from the land of the South.
So many things I miss; from the beautiful land..

The Amazon rainforests..

Cute little ladies..

Handmade crafts and souvenirs..

Having a classroom full of rowdy kids..

Taking a walk through the parks..

Dancing on the tops of bars..

Hanging out with the monkeys..

Befriending strangers..

And saying goodbye..

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I had planned to go back in February but strangely now I feel stalled. I’m appreciating what I have here in California — family, friends, my makeup career, the abundant opportunities and choices here — and feeling comfortable with the fact that I don’t have to leave now. I can leave when I’m ready (in March, I hope. But who knows? No plans.)

And I can spend more time with this little one..

The first day on my trip, back in June.
It was a long, awe-inspiring 7 hour ride from the capitol of Ecuador to the jungles of the Amazon. Seeing the lush scenery and the excitement of being on a new continent, the fear of being by myself not knowing what to expect and the happiness of the most liberating freedom was just what I needed. And it felt amazing.
I can’t even explain the feeling and maybe, I don’t even remember. But, enjoy this video. The nature in Ecuador is beautiful, fresh and inviting.