Wander Love: Oaxaca

I tried to follow the paths of travelers who came before me. That was the problem. It is when I follow my own jagged lines that I encounter what I seek — a kind of quiet, a return to myself in distant place, a newness I didn't know I needed.

There is a lesson here. In the frustration I feel when I try to align myself with something that is the antithesis of my spirit, which prefers to wander, explore, surrender itself to magic.

That is where I find the beauty.