I stood on the Antarctica peninsula and thought that this must be the way the world was first created. A few years later, I saw rocks in the Arctic that were 4 billion years old, and I felt small, like a speck in time.

I flew above Iceland and saw the streams of lava spewing and creating land mass.  Later, I stood on lava rock with its sharp edges and saw that it was covered with soft and spongy moss and lichen. I learned the lichen breaks down the lava rock over millennia to create soil.  Now I understood that what I had been looking at was not the result of Creation, but actual Creation itself, that Creation is not done yet.  And I felt free because I was a part of it.

At my core, there is a relentless inner search for freedom, beauty, and the chance to share how it feels to see the world this way.