On staying open, releasing fear, and what your animal has been waiting to tell you.
I'll admit something I haven't written about before. The real version of this work — not the tidy version, not the version that's easy to explain at a dinner party. Specific. Surprising. Arriving on its own terms, and asking something of you.
Read MoreOn Following a Feeling You Can't Explain
I had been walking for five days when it arrived. The path along the Alentejo coast, the Atlantic on one side, almost no one else out there — and on the last day, standing at the edge of a cliff in Portugal, something became clear. This is part of the answer to the question people ask me most.
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