The Village
The bats above my tambo woke me every night for 12 days straight.
Not the gentle rustling kind. The full scratching, squeaking, living-their-whole-lives-right-above-my-head kind.
I’m in Paoyhan, a Shipibo village deep in the Peruvian Amazon. This isn’t a retreat center. There are no yoga mats rolled out at dawn. No integration circles. No facilitators wit…
