I always took pride in the way I traveled. I read up on local history and customs before I go, learn at least a few words of the language, and look for opportunities to participate in the real life of the culture. I’ve taken overnight buses with locals in Spain, and been dropped off by... Continue Reading →
I’ve been an outsider all my life. I was sitting in a meditation conference when I wrote those words, being an outsider. And why? These were “my people”, if ever there were any people like me. Psychologists, most of them. Though there was a Reiki master/horse massager, too, sitting near me! People experienced in this world. People who loved to learn. People who wanted to meditate. And Lord knows I’ve been meditating for more than 30 years now. So how could I still feel like an outsider?