The relationship between a tourist and a host can and should be a two-way exchange of culture, values, ideas and meaningful connection—not one of disdain.
It made me think about the nature of internal dialogues and how sometimes you sort of totally spin out on what’s happening in your own brain so much that you kind of forget entirely about the other person’s perspective.
Purpose doesn’t always surface as passion or skill. Sometimes it comes in the form of opposition. Quiet rebellions like incongruencies, inconsistencies, discomfort, and the deep sense that something just isn’t right.
Nothing calls without reason. It’s probably where you’re meant to be. When a place pulls at you, it’s not by accident, it’s your intuition guiding you home, even if just for a season.
Community doesn’t happen by accident. It’s not something you stumble into like a perfectly timed run in. It’s built—slowly, awkwardly, and with intention.