The Crossroads Of Compassion And Authenticity

I have an intense love/hate relationship with a photo of me that I posted on Instagram earlier this week. Perhaps some of you scrolling through your feeds saw a picture of a messily dressed woman half smiling and half grimacing in front of a beautiful waterfall surrounded by a lush green forest. This photo was taken at Multnomah Falls outside of Portland only a few weeks after I left the Big Island, was robbed of all my possessions, moved to a new city, and my closest friend had just died of cancer.

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