Sacred Return

Traveling isn’t about running away. It’s a return —
To the parts of us that the world almost made us forget.

With every step on this wild, sacred earth,
something lost is remembered.
Something quiet begins to speak.

You can’t leave your troubles behind if you pack them in your mind. But you can walk beside them, let the wind shift your perspective, and let the world remind you who you really are.

Because traveling is the best kind of education, if you ask me. Not the kind you find in books, but the kind that lives in your bones.

Every time I return home from somewhere new, I carry a little more of myself with me. A little more softness. A little more courage. A little more sky.

The sun on my face, the sky above me, the wind at my back, and a heart a little fuller than it was yesterday.

from the soft edges of the map, where stories meet soil —
– julia