It is this image of beauty and reflection that I will be carrying with me into the start of 2018, having left ‘the lived’ of this year behind — and I hope that this picture, and Ale’s timely words, hold inspiration for you as well.
For me, there’s always been a fine line between the questions of who I am and what I do; shifting my professional focus from travel writer to sketch artist has thus been a deeply personal journey for me, too.
Isn’t it amazing how so often in life, we focus on the worst possible outcome? When what we should be asking ourselves is: What’s the best thing that could happen if someone talks to me while I’m sketching?
As the world wants to build walls and close itself off, The Atlas of Connection is proof that bridges still exist all around us, if our hearts and minds are open to them. I hope you enjoy this first glimpse into the book!
The unexpected genesis of the Atlas of Connection project has been one of the greatest blessings of 2016 for me. I’m excited to update you on how the project is going, and how it’ll be moving forward in the new year.
A love for simplicity is one of the greatest gifts my time in Asia gave me—or as Rilke wisely once said, a love for “the small things…great and immeasurable.” This short story from Nepal is in praise of such simplicity.
After our first map of connections, I’m excited to keep growing this project. Here’s to ideas that get our hearts racing and keep creating connections for us—sometimes, at the very moment we least expect it.
There’s a lot happening in the world that would lead us to believe how disconnected we are from each other—but if this map says anything, I believe it’s that connection is real, alive, and important to us all.
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.
Every step of the way is the point – that much I hold onto, even as a perfectly round blister forms on the bottom of my right big toe. As for what will happen at the end? That, my friends, is still a mystery – and also part of the point, wouldn’t you say?