Lost With Purpose

Less than one week until I’m back with my sheep! Scroll to the end to see the latest addition to the flock 😉

(They’ll have forgotten me because their brains are 🫛 sized but I still love them.)

I’m headed back to in March, and I can’t wait.

After months in the cities, my mind craves peace in the mountains.

I want to trade doom scrolling on my phone at 3AM for sleeping like a rock because I went for a sunset hike.

I want to leave behind glowing sales advertisements for sunlight rippling through the leaves of my fruit trees.

I want to turn down the volume on talks about car models and clothes collections and the latest tech, and tune in to talks about when to plant seeds and where to root saplings.

It’s not all rainbows and sunshine—mountain life is hard, especially for those locals who brave the harsh winters—but there is a certain magic in the mountain air that can never be found in the rush of the cities.

T-1 week.

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Mountain life, Ishkoman Valley, Ghizer District, Coyote Den Ishkoman, Karakoram and Hindu Kush mountains, Gilgit-Baltistan, sheep are the frigging best