Last week I was in St. Lucia for Carnival — and truthfully, I had no idea what I was signing up for. It lined up with a birthday trip and carried that now or never energy. So months before we even touched the island, I made the call: full commitment. That meant the costume, the 6+ mile route with all its stops and starts, the blazing sun, and everything that came with rolling with fuzionmas. I leaned all the way in. Into the rhythm. Into the rain. Into the unknown. That surrender set the stage for a shift. Eyes, heart, body — all in sync. The vibes were electric. Every step, every sound pulled us deeper into presence. It wasn’t just a party. It was a portal. I came in expecting a celebration — but what I found was a full-on awakening. The kind that catches you off guard. That shakes something loose you didn’t even know was stuck. Carnival reminded me what it feels like to be fully alive — to move with the music, lose track of time, dance without thinking, and get lifted by a co...