I used to look at pictures like this and only see my body, my fat. Can you believe that?! The moment this photo was taken I was completely unaware of anything other than the rad 360 degree views I was looking at and how good it felt to be outside and moving forward. I absolutely was not thinking about my stomach rolls. I wasn’t thinking about how sweaty I looked or how red my face was. Now, when I look at this photo I think back to how I was feeling. I was feeling powerful. I had just hiked 4 miles with 4,000 feet of elevation gain and I was soaking it all in before taking those 4 miles back down. I’m so grateful for my body and the strength I have, despite the fact that I often gain weight when I’m going through something emotionally difficult. I’m grateful that my body shows me when something is wrong and reminds me that physical movement is critical to my mental health. And I’m very grateful to live in a time where all the phases of my life are documented so I can look back and see how I’ve grown. ✨
Icelandic winters are something else. The days are short and so far the sun hasn’t really shown its face for more than an hour. Constant wind and a mix between ice and rain coming from all directions makes it a real challenge. 🥶
Enjoying it to the fullest! ❄️
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I love seeing my happiness paralleled in your eyes every single time we get to adventure outside 😍
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Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. ⛰👊
Solo aquellos que se arriesgan a ir demasiado lejos pueden descubrir cuán lejos pueden ir. #visitmexico
"Some women fear the fire, some women simply become it..." -R.H. Sin
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We decided to jump onboard with the Facebook “Ten Year Aging Challenge!” ⏳🌼 This year marks a decade since Jan and Steve became the proud owners of Run of the River Inn & Refuge. It was obviously a gem to begin with, but what a treasure it has been to continue to see it brought to life. From repainting the exterior, developing our own decorating style, custom landscaping, the addition of the Little Chapel of Amazing Grace, and frequent Signature Room updates, we are so proud of the inn you see today. We can’t wait to see how it continues to grow in the coming years.
These photos are such a fun way of looking at how much Run of the River has changed. Do you have any oldies but goodies you want to share?! We’d love to see your photos from a previous visit - please note the year, too!
Hopefully we will see you all in 2019! Let’s celebrate our 10th year as ROTR family 💛
I'm in the process of sifting through the clutter, of making my way through a mind clinging to words like fog, of clearing the air in wide open spaces that suffocate me on the inside, but a quick note until I get there:
MLK day is a lesson in dichotomy, a tale told in sanitized subtleties and misquoted narratives, a revelation of how the powerful and affluent still control that which preserves "the order of things." It's ironic to consider how the descendants of the oppressors have appropriated and exploited his words to support the very system he exposed. It's the disturbing, insidious violence waged by privilege: silencing the revolutionary, turning him into a martyr, and convincing others (and themselves) that he represented their cause.
It's why one can speak of love and compassion while denying them to their LGBTQA+ relative, their employee who cannot afford housing or healthcare, their black neighbor whose family lives in generational fear of law enforcement, their Native American friend whose land continues to be pillaged and destroyed for profit, and their co-worker whose loved ones are considered "illegal" because their only crime was being born in a different country.
I have seen the generic aphorisms, the harmless tributes, the oft-cited proverbs which call us to confront hatred even as we fail to see how they apply to us. How they call out our own darkness and bullshit and complicity with the very oppression that MLK sought to dismantle. How we only present an MLK who is palatable, comfortable, domesticated, tamed, and more Mr. Rogers than Marx.
How we have whitewashed a man far more radical than what our sensitivities and prejudices and celebrations would have us believe.
The struggle is not over, not just for POC and those still impacted by racism and injustice, but for all who are left marginalized and dehumanized by socio-economic oppression.
His dream still lies dormant in a culture perpetuating the same inequalities, albeit in more creative, less overt ways. His dream sustains the migrant worker, the incarcerated, the rejected, the impoverished, the trampled, and forgotten. **Continued in comment section⬇️**
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What an amazing winter we are having on the west coast! 🌞With all these wonderful days we are spending a lot of time out on the trails! Who else is taking it all in? 🙋♀️🙋♂️🐕🌲