"What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two; melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land"
~ Ernesto Che Guevara
Slowly I feel the roots coming up. The knots untangling, the strings detaching. I am experiencing the feeling of tearing away from all I am doing here, all I know here. Each day that goes by brings with it a new handful of goodbyes and it's fair share of "last times." Each moment presents a new chance to be fully aware of what I am doing. It's a gift and a challenge at the same time. I have been so blessed to have the people in my life who have helped, encouraged, inspired, and challenged me. From those I have lived with, to those I have only known at a distance and all those in between, each have left me with so much gratitude for their words of advice and their words of caution. I find that as I open up to co-workers, friends, family, almost-strangers about what I'm doing, instantly there is a different connection. I'm putting my dreams, vulnerabilities and quite spotty plan on the table and each reacts in such a unique way. Each reaction is a chance for me to recognize my Self in it all.
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