I was hiking to a cove off the trail of a mountain the other day and where the rocks quickly became pebbles and the ground slips into a big, big pond I got teary-eyed quite quickly. Watching something so majestic take place in front of you, without any of your authority, is a very humbling experience. And also one of the most wonderful. Which truly, usually go hand in hand, humbling and majestic.

I was gifted with a week and a half off from work and it has been so healing for my little soul. The past week of work had made me cry on more occasions than just the heartbreaking ones. I had many many patients say beautiful words of thanks to me as I walked them out to their cars to go home with their families, one of the best parts of being a nurse, in my opinion. Walking through stages of healing with patients is so incredibly humbling. It’s also so incredibly hard. I am so honored to be a part of the physical and emotional pains of so many. And yet, I hate it at the same time. It’s often like driving past a car crash, it becomes so hard to look away but it is so uncomfortable at the same time. I wish to forever abolish these car crashes that draw so many strangers’ eyes, and yet that’s just not possible. I feel similarly about suffering, as much as I hate it, and as uncomfortable as it is to watch, I am honored that if it is going to exist, I get to be so present in the journeys of others.

At this cove on a bright and sunny Saturday, a perfect day, I became beautifully overwhelmed to the resistance and uniqueness of humans. How lovely it is to walk this earth with so many wonders, small and large. How lovely.