It is said that we live in the present, that the past is always gone, and that each day is the chance for something new. A stepping stone into a future we dream of even in the cold. For me that was the footbridge covered in snow, it was that wintery day, and seeing how the fallen snow had blanketed the earth around me in its own sheet of white as if to offer me a blank page.

Since my mother's suicide, I resisted showing up fully in any of my relationships for the first two years, as my trust in human connection was fragile. But Yosemite and the snow had shown me that it was ok to soften that resistance and allow myself to be held and comforted by others.

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