I woke early this morning to the bright silvery moon shining in my window—the same moon that poured magic and mystery over our nighttime wanderings down cobblestone streets in Mexico just a few days ago.
I still marvel at the strange miracle of travel…to wake up in one world and lie down to sleep in another country, culture, and landscape.
Yet through it all, the moon follows—reminding us that nothing is separate. There are threads that connect it all.
Each return home brings new insights, new illuminations. Nelson Mandela captured this beautifully:
“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.”
Fresh from another Day of the Dead retreat, I’m struck by the importance of savoring this one life. I can’t stop reflecting on what the Dia de Muertos celebrations teach so well: life is meant to be lived fully, honored deeply, and not put off for someday.
In Mexico, that truth isn’t whispered—it’s lived, with color and candles, laughter and tears, remembrance and celebration braided into one. The experience gently but insistently asks: What matters most? What are we waiting for? What do we want to do with this one life we have?
That’s the gift of travel. Not just seeing new places, but seeing ourselves a little differently—clarifying what we value, releasing what we don’t, and remembering how good life feels when shared with others.
In class last Thursday, I shared this poem by Julia Fehrenbacher that captures what my heart knows to be true.
We pretend there will be a later,a some-other-time to do the thingour insides know we must do.We wake one morningto find the trees almost emptyDid we see a single leaf fall?We tell ourselves there will be another timeto paint it, to write it, to sing it,to dance it, to be it—that tomorrow will be a better dayto open wider, to hold closer, to sayI love you.We fill our moments with more,pull away just whenour heart begins to feel.We forget our insides hold the secretswe’ve spent a tired eternity trying to find.A woman I’ve never met,but know I know, is dying.Last night in my dreams,she whispered with a timeless, gentle burning—Hold longer, love deeper, let the good pourout as if your life depends on it.Whatever you do—don’t wait.”
Whether you join me or create adventures of your own (near or far)—I encourage you: don’t wait.
I hope to see you. ox
besos,
Tener
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