I think a lot of people are afraid of travelling alone – or they simply think they won’t enjoy it.
And I’ll admit, I was pretty nervous when I set off for my first completely solo trip overseas last year.
I’d made an impulsive decision to travel to a yoga retreat in Sri Lanka, and had felt extremely excited ever since…
Until the morning I was leaving.
Meditation isn’t for everyone.
I am certainly a proponent of it, but I know that at times it can be boring or even painful emotionally. It’s so rare for us to give ourselves the chance to sit and do nothing that when we do, it can allow difficult thoughts to surface which can be uncomfortable enough to make us not want to try it again.
I went to a talk by Robert Dessaix at the Sydney Writers Festival last week titled ‘On why I leave home’. He talked about travel and how he uses it as a non-religious ritual to reannoint his rationalist soul.
It got me thinking – what is travel to me? Why do I leave home?