It wasn't exactly a walk, to be clear. It was a dance. The wildest, most untamed and emotional dance of my life thus far. Uncivilized as it often felt, it was at its core a celebration of totally authentic humanness. A kind of vulnerability I'd never experienced before.
Path of Love is a seven day process of exposing your naked soul to a room full of strangers who quickly become closer than family. And by naked soul, I mean all of it. There is no corner left unturned. The good, the bad, the ugly, the sexual, the addicted, the denied, the hidden, the downright shameful, and with a special focus on the "I vowed to take this part of me to the grave, but here it comes..."