Three years ago I borrowed a book called The Art of Pilgrimage by Phil Cosineau from the library of a ship called the M/V Pacific Link, which at that time was floating around Fiji doing good deeds in some of the smaller islands.
We all know home is where the heart is, but what if your heart's not where you are? The idea of home is a tricky thing. I never even thought about it until I moved out for the first time.
When I was eighteen and on the edge of the cliff that was the rest of my life, I knew I would grow up to be something special.
The funny thing is, you never know during the winter where the little bits of new life are going to pop up. But the snow melts, the weather changes and there they all are, scattered about in no apparent pattern and growing like crazy.