As I sit here on a cushion, sitting cross legged by the sea, with a delightful breeze to help reduce the feeling of the 90 degree heat…I realize…. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve blogged. I have SOOO much to share but am not quite sure where to begin. If I were to go in chronological order it feels as though it might take me years to arrive to where I am now. I’ve been on a journey… rather. No. I’ve been on a VOYAGE. A beautiful, emotional, deep, transformational voyage. I imagine this might be how early explorers felt after being at sea for years and finally arriving to land. The feeling of exhaustion mixed with bliss. Euphoric and reserved. Aged and refreshed.

Oh and spoiler alert! As I sit and write this….I actively have poisonous frog venom still running through my veins from my Kambo Ceremony earlier this morning. So when I say I’ve been through a journey, I literally mean, even this morning…I’ve been on a journey. I have my first “scarification” on my body since I haven’t ever had a tattoo. On my right arm is 5 small round burn marks. Currently covered in a red crust that is a medicine-man mixture of some various liquids and powders. I don’t know what they are aside from one of them called Dragon’s Blood which is to help create a scab.

I feel now, the best way to tell my story to start with right now. The past four months’ journey will be shared in time. And let me tell you, it’s an AMAZING story. I’m smiling ear to ear and almost moved to tears just thinking about how excited I am to catch everyone up on what I’ve been doing since I got lost in Southeast Asia.

Before I dive fully in…. I’ll offer you this teaser.

I currently sit at a beachside cafe in a highly secluded (boat-accessible only) bay on a very remote island in Thailand. To reach me, you’d need to fly or ferry to the Thai island of Koh Samui, and then take a ferry to island Koh Phangan. From there you’d have to take another small boat (think boat taxi) to the bay where I’ve been living for the past month called Haad Tien. As I sit here, about to eat my first meal after a 24 hour fast, I’m grateful for a slight breeze which we haven’t had in quite awhile. It’s about 90 degrees here…. I’ve grown accustomed to the heat now. And by accustomed, I mean, I’m used to being constantly sweaty. And to every other human here being constantly sweaty. All hugs are wet hugs….whether wet from swimming or just wet from existing. It’s normal

UPDATE: I never finished writing this but felt it worthwhile to publish anyway.