I Wasn't Invisible. I Was Playing Small.

What does it feel like to lose your voice — literally — right before you're about to claim it? That's exactly what happened to me. I recently returned from the Azores — a volcanic archipelago in the middle of the Atlantic that sits on the St. Michael Ley Line, one of the most energetically potent lines on the planet. I went to rest. To restore. To breathe. The island had other plans. Within days, I lost my voice. And in the stillness that followed, something came through clear and undeniable:...