I have boundaries, Dammit! How a Misspelled Tattoo Sparked an Identity Crisis—and a Sojourn toward Self-Love
“I know what I’ll do today—I’ll get a tattoo!” I thought, watching the sunrise from my floor-to-ceiling window of the luxurious $22-a-night Airbnb in Santa Cruz, Bolivia, sprawled across a plush king-sized bed. It was a stark contrast to the thatched jungle hut where I had just spent ten days in the Amazon jungle, immersed in my first Ayahuasca retreat, where I was “re-born” fasting from salt, sugar, and distractions. Through four powerful ceremonies, I labored through the physical pain from a lifetime of soul wounds, or some might say, my traumas. The last time I made an impulsive decision to get a tattoo was 16 years ago in New…
Finding Safety in Stillness
A moment of stillness amidst the symphony of the jungle—I let the hum of insects and distant bird calls wash over me. The air, thick yet pure, carried a sense of safety I hadn’t realized I was yearning for—a quiet reassurance that, in this moment, I was exactly where I was meant to be. Overhead, the sky unraveled in a slow, mesmerizing dance of pinks, oranges, and purples as the sun melted into the horizon. Gratitude settled over me—a quiet, grounding peace in the midst of surrender. As I traveled in search of myself, my purpose, I found something unexpected: stillness. A feeling I couldn’t name, wrapped in the bittersweet…
