More coveted than my morning matcha is my nightly conversation with the Universe. With one hand on my heart and the other on my solar plexus, I feel deeply grounded as the spirit world coalesces with my inner-world. Copal incense permeates the air, lulling me into a peaceful state. Gratitude usually spills out first. I’m alive. I’m healthy. I have freedoms, privileges and hope that many in the world do not. I have treasured friends and family, a career that I love and a comfortable home i...
