These photos are from my solo travels in Rome pre the Italy retreat. Today though, I'm laying on the couch in a pink cozy blanket dress that I've been wearing since the morning. I took my walk around the perimeter of my backyard today because I wanted to go outside and move my body and I didn't even want to get a little bit dressed and leave the front door ;) I spent my day in rest mode today, and I feel sleepy, connected, full.

Inner and outer travels have always been similar portals for me.

When I’m on the move - airports, unfamiliar streets, the electricity of new air - I can feel myself deeper and deeper inside of my soul. And on a slow Sunday, without a suitcase in sight, the same thing quietly happens. As my body rests, it calibrates yet again to it's home frequency.

Maybe that’s the real magic: nothing needs to happen for something to return and reclaim.

The stillness of a rest day for me holds the same voltage as a new place. My breath deepens, my posture softens, my mind quiets and also has time to think. I meet myself in the quiet like I meet myself midair - unmasked, living between worlds, belonging fully to the moment.

Rest invites the same truth that travel does for me.
Rest doesn't ask us to make sense, explain our essence, work hard. It just asks us to receive each moment, once moment at a time

On these slow days, with investment only in silence and care for the self, any avatar at all dissolves. And what’s left is me and you - belonging to myself, ourselves, to God, to the great unfolding of everything.

Because when the landscape shifts, both inner and outer - the body responds.
Rhythm rearranges.

A restful day is its own kind of pilgrimage. God moves more freely when I choose to just be. When I listen and create at the pace life naturally wants to move.

Every journey I take, whether across the world or across the threshold of a slow morning, remakes me.
Every one draws me deeper into center, truth, and mystery-more honest, more spacious, more lit from within.

To rest is to remember:
We are always becoming.
We can hold all versions of ourselves-
and always be Home. Rest is the most gentle portal to integration of wholeness.