These words sat with me inside the Basilica Cateriniana Di San Domenico in Siena. Still in yesterday’s boots, I stood before the reliquary housing the head of St. Catherine of Siena.
In front of me, I had walked into that church a few hours after finishing 48 kilometers on foot, and the sentence landed perfectly. Goosebumps. Life had recently provided some bumps in the road, and, at this moment, I was right where I needed to be.