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.
Today as we walked the beach near our house in northern California, we came upon a dying young harbor seal, beached high on the sand.