Once we arrived at Samadhi in Sacred Valley, things began to slow down a bit. We were able to rest, wash our clothes and share our talents and expertise with one another. There were yoga classes, art workshops. I led a short writing intensive.

We also planted trees, as an act of service, and I decided to dedicate my tree to Uncle Kevin. I thought he’d appreciate having a memorial in Peru, standing in his honor.  I circled the sapling with stones, bowed and whispered to Kevin, “I’m glad we’re finally friends.” I like to think he feels the same way.