I’ve always loved to travel. We live in a visually and emotionally stunning world, one that opened up in front of me as a child in the world of books. I left home in my imagination long before I boarded my first plane.
But the real joy of traveling is being with people I love: with my girls, Mary and Jenny when they were younger, and with JoAnn and our closest friends, now. Why not share the excitement? Australia, Austria, England, France, Hong Kong, Hungary, Italy, Mexico, Turkey, South Africa, Spain, and of course the United States … they’ve all been adventures, although in some moments more exciting than my traveling companions might have wished.
What I learned to treasure were the people we met. It helps to speak a little of the language and respect the culture; in addition to French, Spanish, Italian, and a little German, JoAnn and I even got around a bit in Hungarian. In a world that new seems hell-bent on anger and violence, it’s easy to miss the fact that people can be wonderful and friendly.
The most important journeys, however, are those I’ve taken inside myself. The goal matters: discovering one’s own capacity for love and courage. But you can’t control outcomes. Ultimately you surrender to the journey itself and where it takes you. This blog category is devoted to sharing these journeys with you.