A transformative journey from a life of societal expectations to one of global exploration, personal freedom, and inner peace. Powerful, engaging, and Inspiring Memoir.
After reaching a breaking point, leading to the unraveling of her current life, Kait quits her job as a mental health therapist, sells her house, and ends her relationship. With no specific plan in mind, she purchases a one-way ticket to Costa Rica for a yoga teacher training workshop, setting in motion a journey of self-discovery that takes her across Central and South America and on a road trip through parts of Eastern Europe. With each new place she visits and person she meets, Kait starts un-becoming everything she thought she was and instead becoming everything she truly is.
Wanderlust Healing: A Journey Back to Self will resonate with anyone at a crossroads in life, whether theyāre facing uncertainty, contemplating major life changes, or seeking the courage to forge a new path. Kaitās story is a beacon of inspiration and a reminder that sometimes, the most transformative journeys are the ones that lead us back to our truest selves.
A transformative journey from a life of societal expectations to one of global exploration, personal freedom, and inner peace. Powerful, engaging, and Inspiring Memoir.
After reaching a breaking point, leading to the unraveling of her current life, Kait quits her job as a mental health therapist, sells her house, and ends her relationship. With no specific plan in mind, she purchases a one-way ticket to Costa Rica for a yoga teacher training workshop, setting in motion a journey of self-discovery that takes her across Central and South America and on a road trip through parts of Eastern Europe. With each new place she visits and person she meets, Kait starts un-becoming everything she thought she was and instead becoming everything she truly is.
Wanderlust Healing: A Journey Back to Self will resonate with anyone at a crossroads in life, whether theyāre facing uncertainty, contemplating major life changes, or seeking the courage to forge a new path. Kaitās story is a beacon of inspiration and a reminder that sometimes, the most transformative journeys are the ones that lead us back to our truest selves.
Iāve been called many things over the past few years: free spirit, nomad, transient. I guess it comes with the territory of not having a permanent address and jetting around multiple countries and continents.
So, after over two years of being āon the roadāāor a planeāI find myself here...
My eyes sweep across the room as I settle into my chair. The walls are painted white with a subtle hint of gray, reminding me of the institutional colors commonly found in hospitals or dentistsā offices. Chairs line the walls, and in the corner, there is a pile of blue mats that look like theyāre intended for stretching or landing gymnastics moves.
At the front of the room, there is a table with figurines of the Hindu god Ganesh and a small Buddha. Theyāre surrounded by an assortment of beads and colorful crystals. Hanging above the table is a portrait of Jesus with the Portuguese inscription, āJesus cu confio en vos,ā which loosely translates to āJesus, I trust you.ā The room is quiet with no sound from the outside world. There is no breeze, which makes the air feel stuffy.
On the corner of the table sits the ceremonial tea, ayahuasca. Referring to it as a āteaā feels somewhat misleading. It looks much thicker than tea, instead resembling a dense, brown tar.
Felipe, my shaman and the owner of this healing center in SĆ£o Paulo, Brazil, sits across from me. When standing, heās about six feet tall. He wears small, circular, rimmed glasses and a simple white t-shirt paired with dark blue shorts. Maybe Iāve watched too many Hollywood films, but this isnāt the mental image I get when I hear the word āshaman.ā Iād envisioned a person with long, flowing hair wearing a robe and maybe a headdress. In contrast, Felipe looks like a regular, everyday person, like someone youād see at the local corner store. Heās the middle-aged man you might pass while looking for a shaman.
To be fair, Felipe might be thinking something similar about me. After all, how should a first-time attendee of an ayahuasca ceremony be dressed? I was given guidelines on what to do and what not to do before the ceremony, like abstaining from sex and alcohol, staying hydrated, minimizing meat consumption, and opting for fruits and vegetables insteadāpractices I ought to incorporate more routinely into my daily life anyway. But when I reviewed the extensive list, I couldnāt find any guidance on what to wear. Itās entirely possible that my black leggings and loose white t-shirt are inappropriate for the ceremony. And yet, my primary focus seems to be on Felipeās choice of clothing.
Itās comical how preoccupied I am with our outfits. One would assume that clothing is probably the least of a personās concerns when preparing for what some ayahuasca users describe as an otherworldly, transcendent, out-of-body experience.
If thatās truly what Iām about to undergo, our attire should be of little concern. I should probably redirect my focus toward more pertinent questions, like: What should I expect? What if things take a distressing turn? How long will this ājourneyā last? And is there a contingency plan or magic word in case I wish to return to my body early?
I sit up straight with my legs crossed and my hands resting on my lap. Iām surprised at how calm I am. Itās a similar feeling to sitting and drinking coffee with a good friend. My heart isnāt pounding like I thought it wouldālike it does when Iām about to do something thatās out of my comfort zone. Being here feels right. After a few years of travel, Iāve hit a wall. Recently, I find myself asking, What is the purpose of all this travel? Where am I going next? What am I even doing? I need something more, but I donāt know what that is. I hope this ceremony will help me answer these questions.
I also want to note here that my decision to participate in this ayahuasca ceremony was not made lightly. I had several ongoing discussions with friends about their own experiences, conducted thorough research, and mulled over the decision for about two years before ultimately committing.
As a shaman, Felipe hosts up to three or four participants at a time. They come from all over South America and beyond to attend his ceremonies. He tells me that his first experience with ayahuasca was over ten years ago, and it was ālife-changing.ā He then pulls out his phone and shows me a video of the tea being prepared in a small town in northern Brazil, not far from the Amazon rainforest.
Felipe asks me question after question. One centers on my belief in God. I tell him that I believe in a higher power, whether itās referred to as āGodā or some other name. I know that something guides, supports, and watches over us, gently calling us back when we veer too far from our intended path. Felipe acknowledges this with a nod of his head, seeming satisfied with my answer.
His next question stops me in my tracks and forces me to sit in quiet contemplation for a few seconds:
āDo you want to get to know the plant or take a journey with the plant?ā
I decide on the latter: to embark on a journey with the plant. Given that Iāve been mulling over this decision for two years, it feels right to fully commit.
This whole time, Iāve been waiting for others to show up. Now, to my surprise, I learn that Iām the sole participant scheduled for the morning ceremony. Itās just going to be me, myself, and Mother Ayahuascaāand Felipe, when his assistance is required.
I start the ceremony sitting in a chair and canāt help but notice the bucket Felipe places beside me. Apparently, the act of āpurging,ā sometimes described as āpuking your guts out,ā is not uncommon during these ceremonies. Itās regarded as a spiritual purification, a means of expelling the emotional and energetic obstructions stored within us that hinder our progress toward greater healing and transcendence. The thought of this āpurgingā is one of the main reasons I put off doing this ceremony for as long I did. After all, why would I intentionally drink something that would make me sick? Ultimately, though, my need for answers and my desire to connect with my inner guidance system became stronger than my fear of getting sick. I made peace with the idea that if it served a higher purpose, I could tolerate the temporary discomfort.
Felipe says a blessing in Portuguese and then a prayer asking that I receive the answers I seek before handing me the tea. He instructs me to down the tea in one shot due to the unpleasant tasteāand to avoid any āpreā purging.
I plug my nose and take the shot, followed by a candy to neutralize the taste. Even still, there is a bitter taste left behind that resembles mud.
I surrender to the music and close my eyes...
Having read numerous travel memoirs, Iāve encountered a variety of narratives. Some were marred by a sense of entitlement, others by self-absorption, and a few by a destination addiction. Delightfully, Kait Melendyās Wanderlust Healing defied these all-too-common stereotypes found in this genre. It was a refreshing account of a thoughtful, albeit initially confused and searching, adult. This unique perspective made the book a compelling read.
This narrative is a testament to the transformative power of self-discovery. Kaitās journey, which begins and ends with an Ayahuasca ceremony, is a profound exploration of her inner self. Her path, spanning Central America, South America, and Europe, echoes the transformative journey of Elizabeth Gilbertās Eat, Pray, Love.
I believe that more than would-be nomads will enjoy this book. Kaitās search for purpose, which began on a suburban porch and took her to Costa Rica, Panama, Argentina, Columbia, Ecuador, and several European countries, can be interpreted as a metaphor for each individualās search for meaning. Perhaps we wonāt need to travel so far in miles, as long as we keep an eye on the depths of our inner journey.
I loved witnessing Kaitās transformation as she moved from seeking external validation through her career, home ownership, certification courses, and even a psychic medium experience, to embracing the journey she was meant to travel. Despite the road not always making sense to her or others, she learned to trust in her journey.
Sometimes, the authorās journey brought her in contact with others. For instance, she volunteered at an agency dedicated to helping the thousands of displaced men, women, and children, known as "los caminantes," who were fleeing poverty, violence, and starvation. She also traveled with a buddy whenever their paths aligned and parted ways when they didn't. Additionally, she altered her travel plans to spend more time with a love interest she met by chance.
Sometimes, the author traveled alone, like during her Ayahuasca journey. Whether alone or with others, each experience contributed to her ultimate transformation into a woman not entirely sure of her destination, but confident in her path.
One aspect that troubled me was that either the author was incredibly lucky, or she downplayed many of the negative aspects of world travel. Despite the numerous potential challenges that travelers often face, such as health issues, financial constraints, and safety concerns, Kait managed to avoid them all. Sure, she was inconvenienced a time or two, but no lasting harm befell her, which certainly is not the case for every traveler.
So, in conclusion, if you love a good travel memoir, youāll adore Wanderlust Healing: A Journey Back to Self by Kait Melendy. Each chapter offers a heartfelt glimpse into her encounters and experiences, highlighting her growth and self-discovery. Kait's story is a testament to the power of embracing the unknown and finding one's purpose.