On my travels I truly felt life, I had so much room I was willing to devote to being and being me most importantly. I discovered through such great pain one of the best blessings I've experienced and look forward to many more. My father is no longer in form. He exists in the realms of energy I struggle to attain to. My definitions had been redefined, specifically when it came to those people I called friends. My standards were low and out of comfort of not being alone I would have acquaintances around me disguised as friends. I realized how many of them were friends when it was pointed out to me that my friends are those who know where my father is buried. I was disappointed too.
I chose to shed and renunciate the things I once held dear, just like the saddhus of India... roaming in orange robes with their offering pots. Well, not quite, it felt that way to me at that moment. It's difficult to part with what is comfortable and now I am challenged to be at ease with the uncomfortable. That's where there's growth!
So I begin writing my growth to myself in these sentences, paragraphs, and this emotional dumping grounds. Writing kept the thoughts to a well balanced level allowing for more being. I choose to have balance in my life, like a canoe on still waters. I love that visual! Breathtakingly beautiful morning with light overcast and a a slow rolling fog cloud hovering above the water as the sun rises. That's my happy place ;)
I miss that place so dearly and am stumbling my way back. Writing facilitated one of my many ways that make me love myself, love others and most importantly recognize what love of One means.