I went to Peru and fell in love. No, not with a person, but with life… and perhaps myself a bit. It happened so gradually that I didn’t even know it was happening until I got back home. Peru makes you slow down. You can’t hurry because of the altitude. There is not...
I’m wobbly. This isn’t the first time that this has happened. Spiritual travel can do this to me. Death, birth, graduation, marriage, divorce, menopause, betrayal, bankruptcy, or disillusionment, can create it. Heck, life can sometimes do it for no particular reason...
