After three passes through Toronto Pearson Airport in a row, I’ve started wondering if the airport is becoming my spiritual teacher. A broken movator. A security agent joking, “If you smile, your line moves.” A five-year-old loudly yelling, “I love you!” in security. The more open I feel, the more openness I encounter. The more present I become, the more present people seem to be with me. And the softer I move through the world, the softer it sometimes feels in return.
