A written set of journals making their way into a blog mini-series.
It’s September and the cool breeze and gentle kisses the sun are placing on my skin naturally remind me of Alaska’s light embrace and graceful touch it left on my heart when visiting Denali Natural Park.
It takes me back to the creek, the sounds nature told me at night, how the moon gazed into my eyes as I slipped into my tent.
Stepping into this magical world made me only want to record it. Hence the Alaska Journal Series, let's embark on the journey together and peep some traveling tips, must go-to destinations and more!
Journal #1 - July 30th, 2018 10:38 PM AKDT
I'd say that "camping" isn't immersing yourself into nature as much as you'd think it is—well it is—but really camping is the idea of not allowing satellites, screens, crowded streets, and the bustle of modern day conversation obstruct the natural way of life that is a utopia. And well, today, was my first day living it.
Alaska just has a way of reminding you how distracting 'convenience' is, a way of making you not want to go back to the quickness of life and embrace the stillness and time a natural park can give.
It all started off with us 8 strangers staying in a humble hostel—yes strangers all part of The New Community Project Non-profit—greeted by warm hosts with rooms filled with cozy bunk beds, 4 hours ahead of the Eastern Time Zone.
On the first day, our internal clocks played tricks on us. So naturally, we grabbed some breakfast, to counter-balance the sleepiness. An early meal with classic hash browns, scrambled eggs, a rye-pumpernickel toast, and a fruit bowl, at a local diner—yum.
The Anchorage Museum was the next stop later that day, after taking a walk around the city.
Then ... of course it was no other time, but a great one, to eat again. Humpy's Great Alaskan Alehouse is where I experienced the BEST portobello burger I've ever consumed in my life paired with a Local brew of Stiegl Grapefruit Radler.
A great mild and sweet brew that left a tangy after taste on your tongue.
And, still, all of it was the same; the way of life, just slow, like down south; not like the East Coast, quick and in a hurry.
Time moved differently, and even if you thought so, even while in Anchorage, as you made it deeper into Alaska toward Denali, the commotion of the world continued to grow quieter.
The power of traveling is the experience outside your norm, listening to the hemispheres in which you visit and understanding what it is they are trying to awaken in you.
I think the biggest lesson through out life, is that the universe isn't telling you what you must learn, but we are telling ourselves through the pull of our soul, we draw in the lessons that we never learned, the things that we have always wanted to improve on.
This is why the same energies are drawn into our lives, we get the same life lessons, the same experiences, until finally, we hear our soul and get what we have always been are trying to teach ourselves.
The power of traveling to Alaska, told me in a final way, to slow down. Slow down and just breathe. You don't always have to do be doing things, in order to have a fulfilling life.
What lessons have you been trying to teach yourself?
In what ways would you like to awaken?
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