SOULFUL JOURNEY® BLOG

Surviving the Spiritual Crash after Vacation


This summer I took an amazing two-week motorcycle road trip into the mountains of Colorado. We rented a big beautiful home in Breckenridge, Colorado, (and the altitude there was no joke!)

When I got home, of course, there was getting caught up on laundry, opening mail, bills, all the routine odds and ends. I must admit, I was in the post vacation “glow”- full of memories. I find it amazing how quickly we run back to the mundane things, the well-worn paths of our life. And many times, our lives hit us like a tsunami when we return from our vacations or retreats.

The fourteen of us who traveled together agreed that we desired to have this be a “spiritual trip” - not just an ordinary vacation. So, we sat with our hand-bound leather journals, our BEING books, and our starving souls on a beautiful mountain top…hoping to well, find ourselves.

But what we discovered is that “trying to be spiritual” just doesn’t work.

Let alone trying to get 14 people all on the same page at the same time. It’s not that simple. It’s like herding cats.

When we found ourselves trying to curate a spiritual experience, it felt forced. Petty conflict would arise between us, insecurities would rise; we floundered. The journey became… well, hard.

We found that the real magic happened when we stopped trying so hard.

Instead of rushing to get to our travel destinations, we slowed down and found ourselves in the most amazing unplanned places. Instead of trying to start a group meditation, we pulled over on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere to gaze at the stars. Instead of trust-building exercises, we allowed ourselves to build trust while navigating thunderstorms and high winds. Instead of trying to hash out our past hardships, we worked through them as they arose. Instead of trying to work on building our intuition-skills, we looked for messages in the clouds (and yes, even a few rainbows). Instead of past-life regression work, we simply forgave in the moment.

Now I’m not saying that this trip was by any means perfect, but it was perfectly imperfect.