I’m not in it for the adventure.
Travel seems to be at the top of all the lists these days. It is always at the top of mine and always on my mind.
But it is not always adventure I am seeking.
I have no need to prove anything to anyone or myself. I’m beyond the stage when I need to walk a literal precipice to show that I can. Or to get my adrenaline pumping by jumping off a bridge tethered to a rope. I’m at that stage where I want deep experiences, rich soul-shining experiences.
I want to walk. A lot. All over. I want to consciously wander.
I want to sit in front of swamis, gurus, comedians, authors and even charlatans. I want to wander the streets of vibrant cities, take public transportation and interrogate locals on their favorite places to eat.
I want to sit in nature in a foreign country and remark – to myself – how nature is nature and no matter where in nature I find myself it’s healing. Nature has its own universal language.
I want to sit on rooftops sipping chai, coffee, wine, ouzo.
These are my adventures. Being in other places. Being wherever I am. Being. Observing. Noticing. Absorbing.
These are the adventures I want to share. I want to take others to all the magical corners of the planet and allow them to be. To notice. To create their own shift.
It really doesn’t matter where. The park 2 miles from my home can be as impactful as meditating on the banks of the Ganges. Probably. Although there is something mighty powerful about the Ganga Ma.
It’s not about accumulating. It’s not about becoming an experience junky. It is simply about immersion in this great adventure called life.
Our next adventure is coming fast – Rishikesh, India for 10 days in March. If India is calling, take a look at the details here. It’s an intentionally small group of soulful travelers.
Care to join me for a cup of chai on a rooftop overlooking the Taj Mahal?