On my way from Cambodia to Bali I wasn’t sure why I was still traveling. I arrived late at night and woke up in my “bungalow” to dog fights and roosters crowing all night-not exactly what I had pictured for my final retreat. That was until I embraced being woken up and walked outside to realize I was in exactly the right place, and watched the sun rise from the beach with the enormous Agung volcano in the background.

I was in Amed, a small fishing village on the northeast coast of Bali. It was …