One of the coolest things about writing about my interests on the internet and hosting an annual WONDER WANDER is a spectacular increase in my luck surface area, or as I like to call it: surface area for serendipity.

Back in November, fellow camera-wielding friend and wonderwanderer Kevin sent me an out-of-the-blue text message. Could Richard, a legally-blind-totally-tapped-into-it sound healer we met capturing Festival of Yes, crash at my place for a weekend, and would I want to help film some sound baths?

I'd felt a particular resonance with Richard — college baseball player turned Peace Corps volunteer turned federal investigator, and longtime yogi that had an ocular stroke tragically taking a good deal of his vision, but also prompting a deep dive into vibration and sound — his life and energy inspired mine.

And now, six months and a thousand miles away, with one text from a friend, Richard was coming to crash and hang at my place for the weekend.