Emilee is an Appalachian Trail thru-hiker and writer from the mountains of southwest Virginia. You can see daily photos from her hike on Instagram: @emileehackney
Even the Appalachian Mountains were fallible, carved and folded into their present form by calamitous, earth-shattering forces. And yet they lay under my feet as steady and solid as anything.
Maybe it’s just the fact of living out of a backpack, possessions stripped down to the bare essentials, but each tiny gift, tangible or spiritual, feels so divine that I can’t help but meditate on its existence - how it came to me the very moment it did.
What if I live the rest of my life allowing fear keep me from fulfilling my greatest and most enduring goal? Sure, it would be devastating to fail, but I don’t think I could ever overcome the regret of not trying just because of what might go wrong.
What does it mean to honor a lost loved one, and how can it be done in a way most authentic to your relationship with them?