Tears filled my eyes as the CRJ 200 taxied down the runway in Asheville, North Carolina. My heart was heavy with love. Love for my friends, love of the mountains that nourished and protected a wounded woman over eleven years ago.
I came to the Smokies to lay bare my soul. To grow within, open and to breathe. I did all of those things. I contracted, I expanded. I cried. A lot. I cried for a life that had to change if I was to grow. Belief systems are like that. I embraced the growth and tried not to make it a vocation, but rather, a gentle becoming.
In time, I grew beyond where I was geographically. I longed...sometimes desperately to be closer to my adult children. Suddenly, the world opened. I found a new home that fit beautifully. A dear friend helped me pack up, sort and move forward. A friend that cares more about my growth than himself. That is a rarity. I am very lucky to have someone so evolved. I know he will visit and that the distance will never be an issue. It never is when they are in your heart.
This move has brought me closer to the ocean with the mountains nearly. And closer to my family. It is a different and unique stage I am entering. I am out of sorts but that will dissipate in time.
My eyes are heavy. I will write again soon.
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