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Travelling is Mindfulness On The Go
Remind yourself to fall in love with the journey, not the destination
I am packing my bags, folding my clothes to take up the least possible space so I can take a book with me that I won’t have time to read. I am making lists of the places I need to see and crossing out a few already in my mind, as I will trade them for sitting in a beach café, looking at the waves, absorbing the city by osmosis, inhaling the salty air — so it can cleanse my mind and body and soul.
I am slowing down, breathing more evenly, the journey is touching me and embracing me. I don’t mind that I will sleep only two hours and I will need to wake up. I don’t mind that I can never sleep on the plane for I am always trembling with anticipation.
I am off to Barcelona, in less than 4 hours. The city I fell in love with awaits and I can’t wait to embrace it and devour it bite after bite, gulp after gulp until I become the city and it becomes me.
Travelling reminds me of how life should be.
We are moving through life in a rush, absorbed by a never-ending craving to create and consume, to do more, be…
