Cosmic Loves 👾💕 My time in Guatemala is wrapping up—and with each lake swim, each sunrise, each moment of stillness with the land—I’ve felt pieces of the old me dissolve. The woman who lived in fear.
The one who survived through control.
The one who wore masks just to feel safe. She’s not gone forever, but she no longer leads. I’m leaving her here—in the soil, the steam, the water. With gratitude. With honor. But I’m not taking her back with me. For the first time, I feel like the…
