Travel the world, and find the unexpected: you!

“Rover, wanderer, nomad, vagabond. Call me what you will. But I’ll take my time anywhere. I’m free to speak my mind anywhere. And I’ll never mind anywhere. Anywhere I may roam. Where I lay my head is home.” -Wherever I May Roam (Metallica) Anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE to travel! I love everything about it! Well, almost everything… If I’m going to be honest, I don’t really enjoy the packing – except that I know it means I’m going somewhere! 😉 I love being in the airport, getting on the plane, ascending above the clouds, flying through the skies, arriving at my destination, heading out to explore, meeting new people, trying new foods – you get the idea. A few years ago I noticed an interesting pattern in my behaviour while on vacation, particularly when I traveled alone (like when I went to Costa Rica by myself on a ‘learn Spanish and do yoga for a week’ trip). I was more relaxed and at ease, less self-conscious, kinder, less judgemental, and more curious. I didn’t feel the need to schedule anything or know how things were going to turn out from day to day. I was able to just wing it and follow whatever my heart desired (i.e. what felt like fun). I was completely present in whatever was happening at the moment; it was pure bliss and freedom! For the first time in a long time, I felt completely alive! I’d get back home and people would comment how great I looked; I felt totally rejuvenated! “When people went on vacation, they shed their home skins, thought they could be a new person.” ~Aimee Friedman~ At first...

What if we questioned “the truth” and lived a soul guided life?

“Free, like a river raging. Strong, as the wind I’m facing. Chasing dreams and racing father time. Deep, like the grandest canyon. Wild, like an untamed stallion. If you can’t see my heart you must be blind. You can knock me down and watch me bleed, but you can’t keep no chains on me. I was born free!” -Born Free (Kid Rock) I remember very vividly not liking church when I was a child. I might have liked Sunday school, but church itself never thrilled me. I didn’t like sitting there listening to the minister talk, because I found it too boring. I also didn’t enjoy the singing of the choir; the songs sounded so forlorn. And…even at a young age, I had this sense that people were attending a service for one hour on Sunday to make up for all the ‘bad’ stuff they did the rest of the week (like gossiping about others in the community). It never made much sense to me. Yesterday, I went to church for the first time in years (for a baptism). I found it very difficult to listen to the minister because almost everything he spoke about was fear based. He talked about how we can’t allow people to think for themselves or make their own rules because then things would get out of hand and how we must follow the bible because it’s the “absolute truth”. (Never mind that each religious group interprets it a little bit differently.) He then went on to say that they (as a church) weren’t judgemental, although he was condemning those who don’t attend church every...

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