Days later, after yet another grueling climb, I look back and am finally able to catch a glimpse over the mountain fences toward the lonely peaks and expanses of the Tibetan Plateau. It’s these moments that come to you after a week or two of trekking in such rarefied air when up above the clouds you realize all is one. I feel a similar feeling to what I felt meditating atop Kyanjin Ri — still not knowing where my journey will lead me next, I embrace the solitude and clarity of the moment and know for certain I am where I need to be.
