I cried in savasana last night. It was a beautiful clean cry. The type that leaves your feeling so alive. This was what I wrote in my journal after.
I miss miss miss. I miss everything about my African life. And yet I go on. I keep trucking because I love this life I am living now and the possibility it is creating. But with each door opening, I hear the creak of the hinges as another door shuts. I chose this. I chose to turn my back, at least for the time being, on my life there, on Africa. And I will turn my back again and again in this life so that I may face forward in a new direction. The only constant in life is change.
I turn my back to face the sunshine. I let the dead leaves fall to the earth, absorbed into the earth, memories to feed my roots. I turn, soaking up the light, basking in the glory of this moment; this time NOW. There is no other, for tomorrow the sun will shift and I must turn my face once more towards the light.