A Monteverde Adventure: My Quest for the Quetzal
I searched the branches with my tiny binoculars for a splash of red. There were a few Crested Guan roosted in the branches, but no Quetzal that I could see.
I searched the branches with my tiny binoculars for a splash of red. There were a few Crested Guan roosted in the branches, but no Quetzal that I could see.
Living with the seasons reminds us to work with Earth’s natural rhythms and how tuning into them can help us move through the years with more ease.
The red rock canyons have given me a touchstone I can return to when my world feels unsettled and wobbly. I need only remember what it feels like to stand in awe of their majesty to feel grounded again.