get over your resentment. remain in the present. para que puedes treasure your treasure.
i am blessed. simply, graciously, and extravagantly blessed.
tonight was a good reminder. i do not need to go out on a grand adventure to find what i am looking for in life. tonight was what i am searching for in the form of friends, family, and cucumber kabobs.
so why am i running away from this? it’s been hard for me to ever feel a sense of community. the concept of community is one i value tremendously, but have never adequately felt. i guess i’ve always felt more like a temporary space occupier. but that is a false illusion. i have spent my life building a community, and tonight i felt it. i have friends here in connecticut that i love - that i would happy to host dinner parties with the rest of my life. THAT’S what matters. feeling love and helping one another. i have a community here to fall back on. if i stumble, they lift me up.
am i abandoning that? how foolish am i?
i remain stoic, but not tonight. i’m scared to build a new community from scratch. i WILL be very much alone in DC. i’ve put my faith in the good people i will meet and the life i will build, but i feel the reality right now. i am blessed with a beautiful, intelligent, joyful, loving, supportive community that i am abandoning for….
this is me growing. the pain, the discomfort, the unease… this is what growing and learning feels like.
reminder: treasure your treasure.
Photo: Over the next four weeks, MSF project coordinator Will Turner and his team will mount an expedition to screen 40,000 people for sleeping sickness in remote villages of the Democratic Republic of Congo.
Travelling along muddy rainforest tracks by motorbike and crossing swollen rivers by dugout canoe while carrying a refrigerator, a microscope and a generator is no easy task. But this is what MSF project coordinator Will Turner and his team will be doing for the next four weeks.
Without treatment, sleeping sickess - transmitted by the tsetse fly - is always fatal.
and when your children’s children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the roads, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land
—chief seattle’s famous speech.
We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel to bring what little we can, in our ignorance and knowledge, to those parts of the globe whose riches are differently dispersed. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again- to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.
—Pico Iyer (via tenuous-at-best)
now you’re gone, and all that’s left,
a piece of you i can’t forget.
soft and sweet nature’s voice,
can’t forget we’ve got no choice.