Living Waters

Welcome to Living Waters

A travel journal, a healing diary and a sacred space to reflect on the flow and evolution of life.

Here, I write from the road — weaving insight with movement, ritual, and the wisdom that comes when we slow down. Whether it’s a massage in the mountains, a bowl of fruit in the sun, or a truth rising up while walking solo in a new city — this is where it all lives.

These posts are love notes from the journey — with travel as both literal path and living metaphor. Movement — toward presence, becoming, home, and the possibility of collective transformation through individual well-being.

I carry with me years of work rooted in community, advocacy, and collective care. As I evolve, that work evolves too—becoming more embodied, more personal, and more spiritually grounded.

As a Black woman, my presence in rest, in reflection, and in reclamation is not separate from that work—it is the work. This blog is a space where I let my evolution speak. Where healing is both personal and political. Where the everyday becomes sacred, and the sacred becomes a guide toward a more just, more whole world.

I'm an intentional being, so I curated this written experience to take you on a journey from the suffocating space between who I became to succeed and who I actually am. The photos used are mine, and the personal storytelling is not a form of self-help or oversharing, but resonant space creation and community-building as a branch of collective healing.

Part 1: "Misalignment + Awakening”

From Raggedy to Repair
Misalignment+Awakenings, Entry 5 Lori Boozer Misalignment+Awakenings, Entry 5 Lori Boozer

From Raggedy to Repair

Remember that childhood game of holding your breath underwater until your chest burns? We never stopped playing - we just moved the pool to capitalism. This is what happens when you finally surface for air.

The story of landing in Thailand so depleted I couldn't tell the difference between vacation and medical intervention. How I discovered that rest isn't laziness, doing nothing felt revolutionary, and sometimes healing looks like permission to sleep when sleep calls.

When your body finally gets permission to breathe.

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