“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness”
– John Muir
On a clear day, you can see Mt. Meru from the trails of Kilimanjaro. I am lucky in more ways than I can count, but this day counts as one of the greatest ways. As a child growing up on not-so-kind street, this is a view I would have never imagined. Not even for a minute.
It’s funny (not in a haha, but in a hmmmm kinda way) how things happen just as they should. Like, for example, on our flight from Chicago to Paris. Headed to the next stop on our non-stop Gypsy Summer, we spent some up-in-the-air time with a modern day pilgrim. Her name is Lisa Sawyer, a middle-aged mother, wife and self-described hermit from Reno on her way to the way of her life, more specifically the Way of St James. Read the rest of this entry »
Yesterday, I had planned to publish an entirely different post. A post in which the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 tragedy takes center stage and serves as the marker of my lost decade. Oh, I don’t know…something about how 9/11 is a symbol of a confounding period in my life when I took the easy path. Or perhaps along the lines of how I took a great ride out into the world, and then, just when things were getting good, I bought a ticket on the Rubber Band Express. Read the rest of this entry »
What are the things you regret? Do you regret them because you let someone else convince you of “can’t” when you were convinced of “can”?
Itty-bit of context folks….ten years ago, I found myself in Costa Rica during a little interlude between B-school trimesters. After spending some time in the capital, I was off to the coast. About six hours and many bridges in need of maintenance later, I was on the Pacific Coast. Read the rest of this entry »