No, not the cardinal sin. The animal. The sloth. That magnanimous, slow, restful, sleepy representatives of the family Bradypus. These arboreal folivores (tree-dwelling leaf eaters) lead a very slow life. Just as an example, their digestive tract has a process speed of one month. One month!? In the wild sloths sleep for about ten hours every day. Their top speed is a whopping 4 meters per minute, and that is when they are threatened by a predator. They live most of their lives by one tree and only descend once a week to poop in a whole they dig by the tree. Their fur grows, not towards their extremities, but from their extremities because they spend most their time hanging. These are the most chill mammals out there. 

The sloth was given to us as a symbol for our journey by a friend. Some traditions speak of a totem animals. The word totem is derived from Odjibway and means (as far as I've understood) brother/sister kin. The totem animal is generally understood as a symbolic representation of one's spiritual identity. For us it functions as a reminder of the nature of our quest. 

I am reminded to go slow. I am reminded to give time for digestion of experiences, insights and encounters. I am reminded to give time for bonding with my Anam Cara. I am reminded to let go of stuff that is not worth carrying. I am reminded to chill. 

Lord of the Sabbath, teach us the way of the sloth and guide us into our way of walking it's path.  

 (Thanks Laura!) 

Befriending Uncertainty

At home I can uphold the illusion of final control. I can impress upon my mind the absurd idea that I, this infinitesimally small speck of consciousness, can control the universe. Travel invites me to befriend a stranger: uncertainty. The gift pilgrimage bestows upon the pilgrim is knowing that he is not in control. This in turn creates room for growth in trust beyond oneself.

Watching Emmi watching the seemingly infinite ocean.

Watching Emmi watching the seemingly infinite ocean.

In travel I am given the chance to befriend uncertainty.