Some of the best advice I ever got was from an old man in a three piece suit quietly smoking a hand-rolled cigarette outside of a dry cleaner’s. As I pulled the door open to go inside, the man said, so softly that at first I thought he was just talking to himself, “Wind cleaning makes more sense.”
It wasn’t until years later, on the windswept shores of Kathmandu, that the man’s words came rocketing back into my mind. Looking out on a field full of baby hyenas, I understood.
I hope you get there too one day. And I hope this website helps. Best of luck!
P.S. Drop me a note! I’d love to hear about your journey.