Last night on the train ride back to Cusco from Machu Picchu my husband asked me a question that took me a bit to answer, “What have you gotten from this trip?”
I paused. Took my arm and intertwined it with his, put my head on his shoulder and let the tracks below us speak through my silence.
After a bit I said to him, “I have learned that no matter how many times I return to this world I am still learning to be the best version. Doesn’t matter how much I resist my spiritual gifts, they still arrive on top of a mountain, an airport, in a restaurant…everywhere. So I might as well embrace them with openness. I have to stop punishing myself for what others fear and judge. And this and more is what I have gotten from this trip. Watching you evolve in your own walk…
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