I’ve been away.

Deep diving my own story. Driving from one side of the country to the other. Talking with shamans and dream teachers and poets. My mother died and I climbed into her blue Hyundai Sonata and drove to my daughter – New York to LA. On the way out, I thought I was doing a marketing trip – selling my Soul Call Cards along the way. By the time I was headed back home, I knew what this was: a vision quest. I cancelled the workshops. I turned off the radio. I followed the voice of the GPS the way I follow my yoga teacher – led along, moving without thinking.

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