While on my way to work, I heard a radio program about an organization that promotes extreme travel. It was not that long ago that I considered that to mean no checked luggage. But these members were not talking about Disneyland tours or visiting every Walmart in the world. They weren't Gen-xers raised on extreme sports, jumping off things around the globe, as I had imagined. No, this rather large organization was comprised of mature adults driven to explore the 800+ must-see sites on this planet. Not for the faint of heart, or for the empty of wallet, this club lists the most hard to reach and the most dangerous places as some of their targets. One member spoke about a trip that required 37 flights. Another described how the planes that land in Mogadishu always face out towards the runway should a prompt escape become necessary. Serous business, for sure.

Being independently wealthy seemed to be a prerequisite. Empty nesters, as well as road warriors not ready to give it all up at retirement, were drawn to the adventure of it. The members competed for standing by tallying how many trips they had taken. The top guys were well into the 700s, although I can't really imagine how hard it was to actually get a hold of these folks.

As I continued on my drive, I toyed with the idea of taking this on. I am an avid traveler, and would be up for the adventure. Then it struck me... My spiritual journey has been not unlike an extreme exploration. One rarely finds, or is drawn to, a spiritual path in a passive way. You need it as you need air to breathe. And that impetus takes you to some scary places. The practices of yoga and meditation seem much more demanding than any 37 flights could be. Sometimes on a daily basis.

Sometimes it feels like an endless loop of planes, trains and automobiles to catch a faraway glimpse of something wonderful. And every now and then, without even trying, the magical meets you where you are.

I imagine the extreme travelers can't let themselves get too attached to schedules and itineraries, given how unpredictable travel can be. You might set sail for Greece, end up in Morocco instead. What a shame it would be to miss the wonders of Marrakesh because your heart was set on Mykonos.

In the same way we travel the path of spirit, doing as the Gita tells us, relinquishing attachment to the outcome. We do our best, certainly, putting the time and discipline into our practices, but we then must let the universe have her way with us, staying present to the magic and the mysteries.

I love my life of extreme inner exploration, as well as the club we've formed. Our sangha doesn't rely on unlimited funding, or even leaving home. Luckily, no airplane meals required.