Wednesday, September 05, 2007

 
In traveling lately, I notice my mood is more volatile than when at home. I get lonelier, feel more isolated, feel more keenly the grief of past wrongs both given and received. While engaged in the very act of traveling—waiting or boarding whatever the machine is, be it bus, plane or train—staying in the moment is easier. It's the down times in the room away from home that are hard. In the way that traveling is the metaphor for spiritual quest, acknowledging my difficulties helps me become human.

One day, I hope to be able to stay centered as I move through life on my path.

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