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More than two years into my spiritual vagabond era, I feel like all the labels once stuck to me have peeled off and blown away. Stripped bare of identifications over here. Even a simple question like “So… what do you do?” turns me into a deer in existential headlights. Right now the most honest answer is: I am here. I am noticing. I am showing up for life and whoever is standing in front of me, including the wild creature living inside of me, with curiosity and presence. Ever

One day in Bhutan, we found ourselves winding up a remote mountain road—majestic views, crisp air, and then… bam . Snow. Not the soft,...

Those were the words that fell from my aunt's lips as she spoke to our neighbor. The  “her”  was me—a 7-year-old girl, living in the...