The Book Passage travel writing and photography conference is a kind of touchstone place I keep returning to, and yet each year finds us all moving forward in our lives and work as well.
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Slow Moments: Week Five.
Everywhere I looked, I was transported to another corner of the globe, and re-connected with the journeys I’ve taken. I realized the disparate pieces of our lives connect more often than we think.
Slow Moments: Week Three.
It’s about an awareness, and an acknowledgement that just two seconds of our attention can isolate one of a million tiny pieces that make up each day and elevate it to a moment worth remembering.
Slow Moments: Week Two.
As we walked the beach at Pillar Point, soaked in the last of that day’s light, and watched mammoth waves twist and tumble, all I could think was: These are the moments worth making space for.
Slow Moments: Week One.
On the surface, these slow moments couldn’t be more different. But at their core, I’d like to think there’s a powerful truth connecting them: that slowing down has only to do with how we’re moving.
“Find your eternity in each moment”: In search of Slow Moments.
I spend so much time focusing on the big moments ahead – the meetings, the workshops – that I forget to focus on all the steps in between, the Slow Moments that actually make up our lives.
Notes from the Evliya Çelebi Way: Days 21 and 22
I will be leaving Turkey grateful for this unexpected lesson in navigation. We have to trust that the direction our compass is pointing in – whether what lies ahead is a less defined path, or perhaps there’s no path at all – is worth taking. It always is.
Sketching Croatia: Full-circle moment on Iž.
And so it was that I decided to return to Iž, to circle back to who I was the last time I was here. I wanted to sketch the island again – and to honor the crazy journeys that life delights in sending us on. As I sketched, all I could think was: thank you.
Book Passage 2013: Notes on living with an open heart.
Carrying me through each step was the gift that Book Passage gave me, and others: assurance that we are on the right path. That every page written, every risk taken, and every dream believed are actually leading somewhere.
Onwards, onwards: Notes on five years of travel.
This week five years ago, I stepped on a plane bound for London – little did I know how much that trip would change my life. It’s this sense of possibility that keeps me moving through the world, as well as through life.










