Motivation of Bluetree Foundation

With a severely broken leg, baby caw chooses to live by not avoiding hardship to climb up and down the high stairs pacing herself on the only passage for both livestock and humans

In sharing my healing and seeing the transformation in action, my family's healing journey naturally started. Then, I sought out the path where my personal experience could be beneficial for the community. No doubt that my healing journey was long and physically challenging, but that's why it became more precious than just keeping it for myself.

to just keep it for myself.

It took surviving Annapurna Base Camp trekking to teach me, "What I put in my bag to aid my journey became my burden!" This physical sense dwelled and spun off within me to shake my core. It took much of my power and energy to clean my gut out in another awakening moment. Yes, all the thoughts and moments in my life that I saved to keep me alive, out of harm's way, protect, and feeling safe kept getting heavier on my heart, becoming the blockage and judging filters. They chained down on my soul, unable to fly free, soaring like a black hawk in the high sky."

Right after coming back to Kathmandu, the next day I headed out to Everest Base Camp to learn my limit as a non-climber. In normal life back home, I was only hiking the hills of Palos Verdes, looking out at the endless Pacific Ocean, not much higher than just above sea level in elevation. There, humbly I learned, "It's more important what not to do than what to do!" It's often the case that we end up overdoing, causing troubling situations to counterbalance our uncontrollable will and energy.

Then, I pushed myself further in resilience trekking Kilimanjaro, the lone-standing mountain in Tanzania, Africa, to be called out "You are the True Olympian!" by my guide and six crew members. I survived with 51% of oxygen intake at the Base Camp to try for the summit when it was recovered to 65%, with a promise to descend at 60%. I reached 5000m and turned back, feeling the high spirit of Kilimanjaro. Later, I learned that 51% of oxygen level was a state of medical emergency, as a normal healthy trekker would be at 75-85%.

I was told that I was the only one persisting in trying to summit and was allowed to stay on at 60%, for them to be inspired to shout out that I was a true Olympian, in my resilient pace to stay alive. I had convinced them by pleading in sincere tears, "If I give up without a try, I become a failure, or I become a winner as I have already pushed far beyond my limit by trying it!"