I’ve been thinking a lot about the sun recently. While traveling through Puerto Escondido and the jungles of Chiapas, I started noticing how much daily life orients around it. Not symbolically. Practically. The light dictates when people wake, rest, gather, and move. The sun is so omnipresent that we
In Romerillo, Chiapas, the dead don’t sleep in silence. They rest among music, laughter, and the scent of marigolds. I went there during Día de los Muertos, or J-k’in Anima in Tzotzil Maya, expecting reverence but found something far deeper: a living conversation with death. The cemetery stretched
At the beginning of this new chapter, I felt called to return to where my journey to Mexico first began, Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco. Back in June, I came here for the first time, needing a break from the chaos that had consumed my life. The previous year had been brutal.
Wild Resilience is about finding strength through chaos, how we heal, grow, and come home to ourselves after life knocks us down. It’s drawn from my years living and traveling through remote wilderness between 2018 and 2022, including time spent on a Native American reservation where I learned to
If you’ve stumbled on this, maybe it’s not an accident. I’ve spent most of my life walking the fine line between survival and art. Raised by a single parent, I learned early that grit, faith, and the kindness of strangers are worth more than any safety net.
If I’ve learned anything about beginnings, it’s that they rarely announce themselves. Most don’t feel like beginnings at all. They show up after something ends, when you’re standing in the wreckage, trying to make peace with the mess and call it growth. A few years ago,