The first solo trip I ever took was… a backpacking sojourn through Mexico when I was fifteen. I ended up spending most of my days in a hammock overlooking the sea, in a now well-known place called Yelapa. I laughed a lot with a group of amazing women, took peyote, and followed the Huichol Indians up into their mountains. I was in awe of their yarn paintings, and then the offering of all their psychic wanderings, their breathtaking pieces of art, to the sea. They taught me a lot about non-attachment, generosity, and humility in the face of powers greater than the self. November 2013 |