It’s been a few months now since I hung up my hiking shoes for the last time, but I was reminded of my questions about what it means to be a pilgrim again this morning after reading a powerful commencement speech by Nipun Mehta.
Is it an accident these things happen so close to a big life decision? It’s almost as if the universe finds out and decides to organize a little experiment: to see if we go running at the first sign of disaster.
The roots seem a tangled mess–it’s difficult to believe they’re part of a living, breathing organism. Everywhere you look, there’s only water and mangrove trees–no real shore to speak of.
It’s that time again. No, not time to renew my driver’s license or start spring cleaning [although it probably wouldn’t hurt]…It’s time to start my next book.
I’m thrilled to announce that not only has Nellie Haung officially launched the first issue of WildJunket Magazine today, but that yours truly is contributing editor. Nothing like a childhood dream come true, ay?
Traveling in India for longer than I normally spend in a place was like gently peeling away the delicate petals of a furled flower bud– slowly coming to a deeper understanding of not only the country, but of myself as well.
It’s that time again: when, whether or not you have plans for the night, you can’t help but be infected by the excitement in the air. The buzz of one year coming to an end and another about to begin, the intoxicating thrill of fireworks and champagne.
The past week or so has brought a surge of year-in-review posts from fellow travel bloggers. No matter how much these posts may resemble each other, they all matter simply because we’re telling our stories.
Home is a curious word, isn’t it? What happens as our definition of home expands? What if home can be many things? Maybe where you grew up, and where your family lives now or you live, and even where you spent three months, three weeks, or three days.
To now find myself on the other side of this journey–with it largely behind me, with only a matter of hours left until I board a plane for London–is bittersweet. Because I think India has moved me—even if it will take some time to figure out just how, and in what ways.