It is now just 7 days until we leave Aotearoa, the land of the long white cloud, otherwise known as New Zealand. And I have fallen in love. With wekas. These clever little flightless dinosaur birds that can open zippers... and do whenever they get the chance. With the strange and beautiful blend of conifer and tropical trees. Think Hawai‘i, Ireland, and Western Canada all mixed into one. With impossibly clear, cold, and swimmable rivers. With walking barefoot literally everywhere. No joke,...

I'm currently sitting in what I'm calling “home” on the South Island of New Zealand, rewriting the Dance Facilitator Manual. I'm working on Module 3: Homebase —which feels ironic, because right now, I don't actually have one. Last August, I sold my house in the small mountain town I had called home for eighteen years. Our belongings went into storage, and since then, my daughter and I have been moving between countries—Ireland, Portugal, Turkey, and now New Zealand—finding temporary homes as...

I still remember where I was standing—halfway up a stairwell at the iconic Sea Ranch Lodge—when one of my most unlikely mentors, G....