AS I SIT in lotus pose staring out at the vast Caribbean Sea, my mind repeats the mantra, peace, and my fingers move evenly over my string of mala beads until I achieve a steady rhythm. With enough concentration and patience, my mind becomes as empty as the sea in front of me.
When I travel, I seek out sacred, spiritual spots to reconnect with my spirit and center my thoughts. Sometimes I pray. Sometimes I mediate. Sometimes I write. The location varies, from the Mayan Lubaantun ruins in Southern Belize to Ubud, Indonesia. But I’ve also had spiritual revelations in the shade of a blooming tree in a friend’s backyard. Regardless of where I am, I like to be prepared.