It’s no secret that I feel most alive when I’m traveling and doing something adventurous. Colombia was no exception, but something unexpected happened on the trip. Something that helped me feel known and loved.
Browsing Category Travel
In Parallel
A short poem about the duality of grief and gratitude.
Streets of Mumbai
Being brave and strong doesn’t mean there is a complete absence of sadness, or even fear. It’s just continuing to put one foot in front of the other even when your soul is being crushed by the weight of your circumstances.
Chasing Silence in Hokkaido
My word for the year, ONWARD, is going to require what on its surface will seem like a momentum killer. That is, 2018 is going to intentionally be filled with the spiritual discipline I need most: silence.