One of the books I’ve been reading recently (and just finished last night) is called Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. This woman is a beautifully gifted writer telling her tale of a year of travel in Italy, India, and Bali. (Blah blah, of course it resembles parts of my journey, blah blah.) I first heard about this book when considering this trip to Bali. As I was reading through the Bali portion (“Love”, duh), I was struck by her description of the Balinese people and her perception of their need to place themselves in the world. After that I started noticing that oddly yes, the first question everyone asks me here is “Where are you going?”. And I’m not talking about cab drivers either. Not “Where are you from?”, or “Are you married?”, but “Where are you going?”.
The more I think about it, the more lovely it is. Perhaps this should be the first question. It implies that we are always on a journey. Although regular readers (both of you) will know me well enough to know how strongly I feel that the journey is the destination, however cliched that sounds.