Have you ever had one of those magical moments of connection – a flash of familiarity that slips through your fingers like quicksand? And then lingers under your skin for the rest of the day?
Tonight I walked in the rain and passed two small boys sleeping on the ground under the awning of a convenience store, wrapped around each other’s tiny bodies, covered in cardboard boxes. Oh, my heart.
My soul has found an earth home! From the moment I arrived in Bali, I could feel it in my bones, in the anticipatory squeezing inside of my heart, and in my giddy grin.
I was bitten by a dog 2 weeks ago, on a small island in Thailand. It’s a pretty wild panic that rises up inside of you, the first time you are forced to examine your fears around mortality and the fragility of life.
When I spend long stints of time wandering the world by myself, I often find myself reflecting on the nature of human attraction.
Especially as a woman who enjoys spending time alone, getting hit on becomes a regular experience. I am under no illusion that it’s because I am special by any means. It just happens. Especially if you are even a little bit warm and friendly. The circumstance does, however, make me wonder about this human dance of attraction, and how I am wired differently than this… (and i know i am not alone)
The neatest thing about traveling alone in a foreign country is that it forces you to grow some serious life hacking skills. To handle your shit and navigate outside of your comfort zone.