Bali is such an interesting dichotomy of tradition and superstition and spirituality. 

I freakin’ love it. 

Even the smell…it’s like a warm embrace from the wind saying, I got you. 

Incense everywhere inviting me to feel safe if I want to.

But that damn anxiety seems to want to hang onto for dear life today. 

I am now invited to go into my session with the Balinese Shaman. Ayu takes me up the stairs that are uneven, some short steps and some so long I have to stretch my legs....

I had a discussion this morning with a friend I hadn’t talked to in a while. 

She said something that caught me off guard…

She said, “I am trying not to feel envy or jealousy about you, but it’s like you decided to become a coach and overnight you are hugely successful and bring all these people around the world and travel to all these exotic places…. And then you decide to put a festival together and “Poof” you create one.”

It was meant as a complement, but it was interesting to see the perc...