Chapter 6: Bliss Found

Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls.
     -Joseph Campbell


One of many waterfalls making their way to the ocean from the high peaks.  Something weird happens to my body when a full moon is up, I can’t sleep and have a lot of energy.  I left towards the mountains out of basecamp at 4am, in the dark, and explored all day.


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Sridhar Chandrasekaran said…
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December 12, 2014 at 12:09 AM
Sridhar Chandrasekaran said…
You have such an interesting blog. Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed reading your posts. All the best for your future blogging journey.
December 12, 2014 at 12:09 AM
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