Receiving the gift of strangers while traveling
As I write this, I’m sitting in an airport — again — waiting for the final flight of what has turned into a four-part flying series. My destination is finally within reach, but getting here? It’s been an adventure, and not just because of the travel itself. It’s been a journey in rediscovering the beautiful moments that can unfold when we stop clinging to control and simply let life happen, even in the chaos of customs lines and terminal dashes. Earlier today, I found myself in Brussels, inching forward in a customs line that moved at the pace of molasses. Each row ...