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A Story About a Bee and a Hug
On the second-to-last day of our hike to Santiago, Christina and I weren’t exactly on the top of our game. While Christina’s physical health was wavering, my mental stability and patience with the trip fell more and more each minute. I was growing weary of the whole ordeal, which is not where you want to…
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5 Elements of the Camino Our Country Could Really Use Right Now
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How to Return
The past two nights, I’ve stumbled through NYC pretending that I fit in, ignoring–or hiding–that I still feel like an outsider. I stop extra long at busy intersections–at one point so long that a feisty West Village pedestrian smacks into the back of me without a word of “Oops” or apology. I’m in the way. But…
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Post-Camino Zombie Phase
I have officially entered post-Camino-zombie phase. After Camino number one in 2009, I had one full day at home with my family before boarding a southbound airplane and launching into a “getting to know you”-new-job situation. So as strange as I feel now, I am grateful for the silence of my living room, the promise…
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Aaaaand We’re Back
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Solvitur Ambulando
I’ve had a serious case of blogging writer’s block. Even writing this blog post has lead me to extreme distraction and procrastination. I am now currently pan frying some brussels sprouts, because A. I was craving vegetables, B. That Kerry Gold butter we splurged on isn’t going to eat itself, and C. Cooking is not…
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“But that doesn’t make it okay…”
Just before leaving the house this morning, I flipped open a book by Pema Chodron that I’ve been slowly reading. I specify slowly because it’s a breakdown of an eighth-century text called The Way of the Bodhisattva by the Buddhist sage Shantideva, and most of it takes some time to process. I usually have to be in…
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So I was on a podcast…
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Two Months Before the Camino
I’ve always had travel anxiety. I dream about going on trips, and save up for years for these types of things, just to feel horribly anxious before I actually leave. And the moment I decided on a date to return to the Camino de Santiago, I knew that this happy/terrified anticipation would begin even earlier than…