4 – 6 March 2025
Heart Space Frequency is live!
After countless hours of designing, writing, and troubleshooting—with the help of a few WhatsApp video calls and voice notes from my tech-savvy friends—my blog is finally live. Seeing it come together fills me with excitement and a deep sense of accomplishment. This is something I’ve dreamed about for so long, and now it’s real.
If I’d been born a few years later or into a different reality, I think I might have become a travel blogger full-time. From a young age, all I wanted to do was see the world. I never knew how I’d make money doing it—I just knew I wanted to go. I probably inherited this wanderlust from my Sullivan bloodline. My grandmother always wished she’d traveled more, and we spent hours watching travel shows together. Her eldest son became a pilot and spent his life flying across the globe.
But I always said that when I traveled, I wouldn’t just go to tourist hotspots. I wanted to live among the locals, to experience the rhythm of their lives, their food, their struggles, their joy. And now that I’m here in India, I realize I’ve manifested that vision. It’s not always glamorous. Often, it’s gritty and uncomfortable. But it’s real. And that’s what makes it beautiful.
Lisa experienced the grittiness this week when she finally received materials for a metalwork class she was assigned to teach. After weeks of delays, the girls’ excitement was palpable. Lisa demonstrated how to cut shapes from metal sheets, and some of the girls took to it immediately. Others were more hesitant, fearful of the heat and sharp tools. Teaching in a space that lacks structure has been challenging, but we’re both learning to surrender to the flow.
In the in-between moments, I find peace in the garden—talking to cows and birds, soaking in every ounce of green I can find in this dry, dusty corner of Rajasthan. It’s harder than I expected to feel connected to nature here. Back home, I had forests and mountains outside my door. Here, I settle for small things—the sound of birdsong, the rustle of a tree, the warmth of the sun on my skin.
But even in this simplicity, there’s magic. There’s presence.
This journey continues to teach me that adventure isn’t about ticking boxes on a bucket list. It’s about living in new places, surrendering to unfamiliar rhythms, and allowing every contrast to shape you. The discomfort, the learning, the laughter, the longing—they’re all part of this dream I once whispered into the universe.
And now, I’m living it.
