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.
I’ve been away.
I’ve been away.
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.