At Home in the World: Reflections on Belonging While Wandering the Globe

by Tsh Oxenreider

I begin the monastic prayer I learned six months ago at the Ignatian monastery in Chiang Mai, Thailand, where a woman named Nora taught me letting go would do me well: Christ be with me, Christ within me, Christ behind me, Christ before me. Rinse and repeat.

Nobody seems to embark on a massive journey because their lives are already full of meaning.

our bags, like life, have finite capacity. If something comes in, something else must stay behind.

Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one’s lifetime. —Mark Twain

this world is huge; it is majestic; it is worth exploring just for the sake of knowing it.