The urge had become irresistible. By the end of that year Guevara laid plans for a trip from which he would never come home, even when he returned. He would return from the trip a changed man, in transition to some other conception of life. He was a traveler now; the act of discovery is not merely the basis of travel but also the quintessential revolutionary act. Every journey overturns the established order of one's own life, and all revolutionaries must begin by transforming themselves.
Today I lost my godmother Donna. Here is a video of her at my wedding -- with all of her shining light, her beautiful energy, her hilariousness, her joy, her love. It is hard to come to grips with the fact that this wonderful person is no longer with us. But her love and support will shine through me for the rest of my life.