Suffering Is A Privilege. It Moves Us

We Travel, In Essence, To Become Young Fools Again - To Slow Time Down And Get Taken In, And Fall In Love Once More.

The Less Conscious One Is Of Being A Writer, The Better The Writing.

From The Beginning, I've Stressed That Home Is Something Internal, Invisible, Portable, Especially For Those Of Us With Roots In Many Physical Places; We Have To Root Ourselves In Our Passions, Our Values And Our Deepest Friends. My Home, I've Always Felt, Lies In The Songs And Novels That I Love, In The Wife And Mother That I'm Never Far Away From, In The Monastery To Which I've Been Returning For 25 Years.

I Take Very Seriously The Sense Of Our Living These Days In A Global Neighborhood. And The First Sensible Thing To Do In Such Circumstances, As Well As One Of The Most Rewarding Things, Is To Go And Meet The Neighbors, Find Out Who They Are, And What They Think And Feel. So Travel For Me Is An Act Of Discovery And Of Responsibility As Well A Grand Adventure And A Constant Liberation.

Making A Living And Making A Life Sometimes Point In Opposite Directions.