Season one is a twelve-episode run — a complete arc, from the philosophy of staying longer to what living intentionally actually looks like in practice. Subscribe wherever you listen, or listen right here.
I got home from a trip last spring and within four days I made the best painting I'd made in almost a year — not because I'd gotten better in eleven days, but because something had passed through me on the way home and left it there. It wasn't a painting of anywhere exotic. It was the light through my own front window on a chipped white bowl with two limes in it, a bowl I'd walked past every day for two years and never once seen.
The first time I felt like I was actually in Hawaii, I was lost — turned around on a back road on the east side, no signal, the road suddenly running through somebody's real life, with trucks in the yards and a small white church and old men in plastic chairs outside a store. I'd been to the islands twice before that and I don't think I'd really been there at all. I'd seen the postcard. I'd never seen the island.
There's a town on the east side of Maui where the road runs out before the island does, and one Wednesday night I sat on the steps of a rented room and realized I wasn't ready to leave. So I moved the flight, annoyed a few people back home, and stayed three more days. Those three days are the reason I remember the trip at all.