Every journey comes to an end sooner or later. The impermanence of everything in life has not been more apparent. But what I have found is that it’s when we let go and embrace change rather than resist it, the journey unfolds into something far greater than the risk it took to let it happen.
I didn’t go in search of anything in particular and,in doing so, I found more than I could have imagined. Everything that touched me; the people, the culture, the architecture, ALL THAT FOOD..left a stamp in my passport.
I found the courage to let myself get lost and in doing so strengthen my ability to find my way.
I learned that there is indeed such a thing as too much foie gras and to listen to my gut and my sighs and to know when to stop (even if it don’t want to).
I discovered the true value of “pause” and taking things slowly-piano, despacio, lentement-to fully appreciate the moment.
My bruised and battered albatross that followed me up hills and over bridges..no matter how much I cursed it, never broke and always found its way back. I need to reframe the albatrosses in my life. Sure there will always be some that need freeing and others, the ones that never give up and always show up, they are indeed blessings.
Even gypsy’s have a caravan to return to. Home bound. Thanks to those who followed my journey..hope it was as enjoyable for you as it was for me..
Until the next adventure!
Belly rub, big sigh
Chaio?
