
04/17/2025
Travel for me has never been just to see epic sh$t, it’s always been about the inner transformation that the outer journey brings. As much of a nomad that I am, my inner exploration has always proved more mystical than anything I could see on this planet.
I was very specific when I went to NZ for 2 months Jan-March. I was dealing not with just heartbreak but a loss of self, a degradation of power and a disconnect from my Magic. I felt those islands calling me to help me claim my life back. When I first landed, the spirits of the land spoke to me immediately, “We’ve been waiting a long time for you,” they said.
I spent the next months following my flow. I had no idea where the land would grab me but when it would, I’d pay attention. I meditated daily and did rituals in specific places. After hiking 40km on the Kepler, I finished with a ceremony. I dove into a freezing lake and burst my head through the surface & kept dunking myself like I was going through a rebirth. Afterwards I was alone and laid naked on a rock and watched the sun bathe the forest and water in sparkles. I hadn’t felt this alive in years. I finally was getting my own sparkle back.
While I could write a book about my adventures, this one was special to me because I specifically stayed alone. I needed to be solo. Friends tried to join me but I wanted to drive, camp, hike, climb and be alone. I needed to be friends with myself again. I needed challenges that I could conquer & ways that I could expand and take myself over. I needed God to love me up and I didn’t want anyone to get in the way. I got dirty, I climbed, I swam, I pushed my body & marched all over those islands. I needed to touch my limits, my power within, I needed to get tired, and full from life. I was stuffed with the beauty of NZ and I finally started seeing my own beauty again. I’ve never felt so complete.
My favorite part was how by the end I found myself crying daily. Not out of sadness. I was so grateful to be alive, to be here, to be me, to see the beauty of whatever was in front of me. To cherish just being. This is the art of living. Not the constant adventure.To cherish what’s in front of us. The magic has never left.