I am driving home today. It has been too long since I have been home to see my family.
I never mean for so much time to pass between visits, but my own life hangs onto me so tightly it is hard to pry myself loose.
As I look at my schedule for the coming months, I need to go home now or wait until May. I am not waiting.
How long has it been since you have been home?
I climbed a mountain last week and found God waiting for me in the clouds. I began the climb because I wanted to overcome some personal fears and anxieties. I finished because I could not do it alone.
Last week, my oldest daughter, Meghan, and I climbed Huayna Picchu in the Cusco region of Peru. Huayna Picchu defines the background of most iconic pictures of Machu Picchu, looming ominously over the Incan ruins spread over the side of the mountain.
Standing in the ruins of an Incan temple at the top of Huayna Picchu, I felt as if I were on the doorstep of heaven.
Yesterday, I found myself wondering what the conversation would be like if Saint Antonio de Padua and Saint Pablo got together for coffee. I discovered them yesterday while visiting the Cathedral of Santo Domingo, Cusco.
This happens all the time while traveling.
It was just another rich day filled with meeting new people.
People amaze me. Life inspires me. Culture intrigues me. I love to write and explore ideas.
I am trying to create a place where we can explore people, life, and culture together.
Would you join me?