Embracing the Endless

Lessons from Rock Climbing, Elvis, & Nana

I recently started rock climbing. One day, I found myself lying on a foam mat after falling like some lost angel, gazing at the heaven’s from which I was ripped from. This situation, strangely, felt familiar. It reminded me of chilly nights in NorCal when I'd sprawl under the stars, tracing their patterns with my eyes. Perhaps I wanted to climb them t…