Kristi led me to the Artist’s Way about 12 years ago. She had found it very useful for her path. It was a great book for me at the time too. One thing I took away from it and still use are “Morning Pages.” Not a journal really, more of a brain dump. Mostly, there’s not a lot there. But every once in a while something emerges from all the chatter going on in my brain.
This morning was one of those days of emergence. Last night I started reading a book by brother of one of our great, and very talented college friends. It is about him and his wife’s building a log cabin in remote Montana. (It’s called One Log at a Time and you can find it on Amazon.) It got me thinking about my wilderness roots, my international roots, and the path we – Kristi and I – have ended up taking.
Kristi, you could argue, has been helping women find themselves. She nurtures, supports, encourages and enables the expression of the creative spark in every one of us. Often she helps her students get there through reflection and the recounting of each student’s unique journey. It is all there, it just needs to be brought forward, which is what she helps them do.
For my part, I’ve worked in historic preservation, downtown revitalization and
community planning. This morning, in writing, I characterized that work as helping people build a home of their community. Whether through historic buildings, the character of downtown, or building on what was unique and special about a community, it gave those I worked with a sense of ownership, and pride, a feeling of home about the community in which they lived.
So then I wondered, what the heck are we doing now in Italy? Italy sprang from a great passion we both have for travel and for exploring other worlds and cultures. We love it because of the richness and variety of this planet, but also because the contrasts we face when we travel are a form of reflection and help you discover yourself.
And I recognized that, though we didn’t plan it this way, nor do we try to make it happen, our trips are, not surprisingly, an extension of what we both had been doing. For on our trips where people are immersed in another culture, they, through the contrasts, through observation, through artistic expression, are finding themselves. What I realized in my writing this morning is that our trips are very much about our travelers finding a home in themselves
Home in yourself. It is a great feeling.