Parallel Paths, Shared Horizons
I recently went to Sicily for a yoga retreat with a friend. This was our second retreat together, and as I think back on the week, I realize that the retreat itself was only part of what made the trip special. There was the yoga, of course, and the meditation, the sightseeing, the laughter, the long conversations, the beautiful meals and, naturally, the delicious food and wine. But there was also the simple pleasure of being somewhere new with someone who sees the world in a way that is remarkably similar to my own. We have talked about all kinds of adventures. Hiking trips. Touring different countries. Exploring cities we have never seen. Sometimes our conversations are serious, and sometimes they are completely ridiculous, but there always seems to be another place we want to go, another experience we want to have. We have even imagined the possibility of living in another country someday. It is as if making plans for the next adventure is part of the adventure itself. What strikes m...