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outside the winds blows blustery against the house. it's whipping the branches and palms into a frenzied dance. outside it is cold, cold, cold, but inside i am warm, warm, warm as i sit thinking about the peaks and valleys of my personal experience. change seems to be jangling through everyone's mind recently as various members of the tribe begin the next great migration. some have gone and some are still watching our calendars while we all wonder where next we'll fall in together.
i'm having conversations about missing people and what it is to be left behind. i'm thinking about what it is to do the leaving and where i'll land next. these thoughts and conversations are like the elephant in the room; taking up space without emotional acknowledgment and i wonder how long they'll continue in this fashion before dramatically demanding my attention.
i've talked some about the quiet sadness in departing from each other. bittersweet joy in our loved ones' growth. but even though the village slowly empties, our personal legends peak as we disperse into the world, gathering experience and wisdom that we will one day bring back to enrich the collective wholeness.
i'm having conversations about missing people and what it is to be left behind. i'm thinking about what it is to do the leaving and where i'll land next. these thoughts and conversations are like the elephant in the room; taking up space without emotional acknowledgment and i wonder how long they'll continue in this fashion before dramatically demanding my attention.
i've talked some about the quiet sadness in departing from each other. bittersweet joy in our loved ones' growth. but even though the village slowly empties, our personal legends peak as we disperse into the world, gathering experience and wisdom that we will one day bring back to enrich the collective wholeness.