As I write this, I am a sitting in an open patio, in a space that provides the perfect balance between protecting and exposing me to the rain fall outside. I am in Ubud, Bali – a spiritual vortex and capital of the world – sitting at Taco Casa, awaiting an 8-layered wet burrito that I just ordered. Coming from San Diego, I think it’s only appropriate that the words “spiritual” and “burrito” go along in the same sentence. I’m trying to not get my hopes up, but let’s be honest, I am. After conversing with the gentlemen at the table next to me about the magnificence of his own 8-layered wet burrito, and previously getting a recommendation to come here, it’s hard to not be hopeful for what’s about to happen in my mouth.

How appropriate, even more so, that I find myself sitting here, alone, with you, planting myself in an Indonesian Mexican restaurant to write about home. The irony of this entire scene makes me laugh. Salsa music playing full blown in the background, competing with the sound of motorbikes whizzing by; I feel full up in this infinite space of “alone”, I feel at home in a place I’ve never been to before.

The Universe has been asking for specifics, y’all. The questions, “What is your goal?”, “What is your offering?”, “What is your intention?” flow from strangers mouths to my ears, nudging me into the open, vast field of providing answers. Luckily, it’s a loving push. In Ubud there is no lack of space, energy or people to aid in elevated consciousness and clarity; I’ve been blessed to find family here in the love of fellow travelers and friends – new and old – to find myself nourished from the food I’m eating, to the beds I rest in, to the company I’ve been granted. For starting off my solo journey I sure have been gifted loving angels all around me.

Without even realizing it, I’ve lived my way into the intention I originally set out with. Upon embarking on this voyage I asked to solidify and find home within. Without even remembering that I’d asked for that, I am finding myself awakening into that bliss. I had literally forgotten I’d put that out into the Universe until just this morning. Perhaps I got so caught up in the whirlwinds and waves of the journey to stay consciously anchored to that goal. Regardless, it’s what I’ve been moving towards, even when I didn’t realize it, and as I sit here and let my day and being and heart unfurl, surrendered, I feel the layers of that foundation firming. Many more layers to go (always), but that doesn’t matter. It’s an infinite spiral UP. I’m full up of joy, gratitude and embracement of what is. Of what I’ve uncovered and built thus far.

Singing “Yes” to home within. Yes to community. Yes to being alone. Yes to taking time to dig in, reflect, write down, open up to my dreams. Yes to wet burritos and writing sessions and rainy weather and strangers that are really just messengers from God helping me along my path, like loving sign posts whispering, “that way”. Yes to creating and manifesting and trusting, so unknowing, of what is next.

And does it matter what is next? To some degree, not at all. And to some degree, quite a bit. It matters not in content, but in fulfillment of your dreams. What’s next matters to the things, moments, pieces, relationships you desire to create and see fruition. What’s next is their home. How can those things be if we don’t slow down enough to ask ourselves what they even are? How can they grow if we don’t offer them space? How can we ever become full of what we want if we don’t know what we’re asking for?

I was at a cafe the other day writing about how I need to make time to write about what I want… and then I realized the insanity of that sentence. I shifted and began to simply do so, writing of hang drums and singing, spoken word / expressive voice pieces, studying, yoga, India, the Himalayas. Specifics of my dreams, my desires, what I want; specifics of what I can do to get there. I skipped the gap of planning to dig into what I want, and instead just took the moment to actually do so. Planting seeds, tending to my garden, putting my hands into the soil of my soul, listening.

I invite you to do the same. 60 seconds, 5 minutes, an hour. All of it’s good. Nurture. Nourish. Replenish. Listen. Write. Release. Reflect. Rough draft your ish. Create. Discover. Pay attention. Perhaps you’ll be surprised at what you find.

I can’t wait to continue sharing as what I manifest unfolds. I can’t wait to hear / feel / see / rejoice / share in yours. And for my foodies out there who were wondering: the burrito was delicious :)

In Peace! And wet burrito love. Hugs, hugs, hugs. Always.