Thinking with my heart

I think one reason I like to travel is that I usually don't take my brain with me any more than is needed for basic survival and meeting of needs. Even then, I always seem to have what I need, when I need it, wherever I am. It's not anything I necessarily have worked to ensure, it is a gift life gives me, and I'm simply open to receive that. Sometimes more than others. When I travel, I am more open than ever it seems to the gifts life would like to give. And they pour out endlessly. This photo is one such gift, it was given to me as I was driving across New Mexico in 2009 from Sedona to Santa Fe.

I've begun to feel my whole life as being on extended travel. My heart does the thinking and that's what makes life adventurous. The frontier of the heart is where the journey, every real journey, really takes place. I was thinking the other day how those who journey in the heart have such extraordinary tales to tell, such depth to their being. Sometimes this inner journey will result in outer apparent journeys across mountains, oceans, and faraway lands, but sometime not. Sometimes it is the journey of a conversation with a soul mate, the journey of a silent moment, of watching a drop of water fall from a leaf or a cloudburst in the New Mexico desert. All of this exists first because of the journey within.

Happy trails.

Much love!
Annie