After journeying through South America in search of sacred experiences, I felt called to explore a place of mysticism much closer to home, the mountains of Shasta in Northern California.
At 25, I embarked on a personal pilgrimage through Mount Shasta, hiking through meadows blanketed in over ten inches of snow and pausing to meditate at the serene shores of Lake Siskiyou. The stillness of the mountains and the purity of the air became mirrors for my own inner clarity.
I returned with a deepened reverence for life and a renewed sense of alignment with my purpose and goals, a reminder that sometimes the most profound journeys bring us right back to ourselves.