Where I Go to Remember Myself

Nature has always been my sanctuary—the place I return to when I need to heal and reconnect with my heart. There’s a quiet magic in the way the mountains hold you, the trees whisper their wisdom, and the wind carries away what no longer belongs.

Out here, I remember how simple it can be to feel whole again. The earth has a way of restoring what gets scattered, recharging what feels drained, and renewing what I thought was lost.

Whenever life feels heavy, I know I can step outside, breathe deeply, and let nature do what she does best—bring me back to myself.

Maybe you feel it too—that gentle reminder that we are part of something greater, something steady and grounding.

xo Lindsay

What places restore you when the world feels too loud?