My mind raced to plan adventures, but my soul swiftly put her foot down—because deep down, my soul knew that what I really needed most from these seven weeks is stillness.
Coming up for air on Lake Atitlán.
movement
Consider the pigeon: Notes on taking flight
Pigeons aren’t supposed to be beautiful, I tell myself. And yet I see it everywhere I look – in the outline of their wings, in their iridescent neck feathers, in the wind brushing my face which isn’t wind at all but the result of a hundred birds moving the air at the same time.