Blog Entry 26 * 5-30-22
I’m still in Spanish Fork, Utah, sleeping at a Flying J truck stop. The people at the temple in Spanish Fork said that overnight parking in their lot is absolutely not allowed. So, I found a spot a few miles down the road and stayed there, making the trip back to visit the temple daily.
This morning, thoughts about my spiritual growth—and when and how to take the next steps—have been lingering in my mind. I was feeling tired today, and my cousin, who travels often, reminded me that sometimes it’s important to take a day or two to rest. Doing nothing for a bit can help you recharge and regain the energy to keep exploring. That advice really resonated with me and helped me get back into the rhythm of my journey.
There’s a quiet beauty in these in-between days—the ones where nothing spectacular seems to happen outwardly, but something subtle shifts within. As I sat in the temple courtyard later, watching families come and go, I realized how much of the spiritual path unfolds in these ordinary pauses. The stillness gives space for grace to enter.
I’ve also noticed that traveling like this—living simply, sleeping wherever I can, showing up at temples not knowing who I’ll meet—has been softening me. I’m learning to rely less on plans and more on presence. Sometimes that means letting go of what I thought devotion should look like and allowing it to show me what it truly is: a constant turning toward love, even when the road feels uncertain.
So tonight, I’ll rest again by the quiet hum of trucks pulling in and out, grateful for another simple day. The temple lights still glow in my mind, reminding me that every step, every breath, and even every rest stop, can be part of this unfolding journey toward Krishna.