Being a pilgrim depends less on our means as it does on our mentality: To take our time with a journey, to not rush our destination, and to create space in each day for discovery, saying only—In Slow We Trust.
There was much that my time in Buenos Aires taught me, but most of all, it taught me to keep looking for the symbols and motifs that recur in our lives—in just the right place, and at just the right time.
Traveling isn’t only about discovering different cultures and new corners of the world; a special kind of magic happens when we bring what we love with us on a journey, and then share that love with the world.
Although I loved witnessing the world wonder of Machu Picchu, the greatest wonder I felt in Peru occurred on a much smaller scale—the scale of single slices of pineapple and of simple gifts, given simply.
More and more, I’m realizing these little moments are one way of marking our progress in a foreign language—they are the tiny minnows that would have otherwise swum right through the net of our mind.
It’s all too easy to doubt our decisions—but every now and then, I’m grateful for the moments when we suddenly know, without any doubt at all, that our steps have led us in the right direction.
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As I sat and sketched in Tromsø, I loved looking up at the cathedral’s turquoise steeple, keeping time by the clocks on its churchtower, and thinking once again of my favorite equation for enoughness.