Do I even have time to journal when there are just nineteen minutes until the next podcast recording? I’ve just had a fascinating conversation with Jakob Nordby, an American with Norwegian roots who helps aspiring writers discover who they truly are. We talked about transformational journeys, and I found myself perhaps frustrated—or more accurately, having an insight—that transformation can become a bit addictive, an irritating goal—like a drug, a form of self-improvement, or a cleansing ritual.…

When I shop for food, I often grab a box in the veggies department instead of a basket. It's easy. When it is full, I am done. Yesterday, my husband pointed out this logo on a box sitting on my bed: MOR International.

All the Danes got it immediately, but for the rest of you, MOR means MOTHER in Danish.

So here we go. I can so relate. That is what I am now. MOR international. My mothering has changed as we have become nomadic. I feel deeply alive, I think I was allways a gypsie, a traveler, an…

Walking back home through Krakow one last time, I contemplate the concept of time and whether it is flying. I carry a liter of laundry detergent from the organic shop as I walk in light rain with the teenagers. We have been in Krakow for a month; this is the last full day. Tomorrow, we will spend the day packing, and we will leave in the early afternoon.

This morning, we saw the Maria Cathedral on the main square for the second time; this time, we saw the opening of the altar, a most beautiful …

We were excited about going to the next place. As always, of course, but this time, we would finally meet again with friends from the castle experience last year and our second Camino. Plus we were planning to live in the same place for six weeks. Right on the beach. Yay.

Everything worked out nicely, even though many feelings are in play at the moment, and we have to handle that, too (it is growth, and it is not always easy). Erik took the challenge of cooking whatever was left so we would all…