There is an unknown room in the soul that is constantly turning the stuff of daydreams into myths for us, helping us to get at meaning we can't get to through the front door.

We travel as seekers after answers we cannot find at home, and soon find that a change of climate is easier than a change of heart.

What every traveler confronts sooner or later is that the way we spend each day of our travel...is the way we spend our lives.

The pilgrim is a poetic traveler, one who believes that there is poetry on the road, at the heart of everything.

Our task in life is to find our deep soul work and throw ourselves headlong into it.

Myths are lies that tell the truth.

In each of us dwells a pilgrim. It is the part of us that longs to have direct contact with the sacred.