Is time for my weekly blog and I honestly don't know what to write about.
I have been spending over one hour going through old photos and writings to see whether I do get some inspiration.
I keep bumping into my travelling adventures from few years ago, the long visits to Asia, and by looking at these photos I feel a little heartbroken from all these moments that seem so far and inexistent in my life right now.
I guess so much has changed for all of us within the last couple of years, and loss has filled our lives from the sudden un-expectancy of what we used to have and we don't anymore.
As much as this pandemic has created more anchoring for us to belong to the lands we live and make it worth it,
for me it has made me realised that as much as I love the place where I am now , I belong to the World too.
I keep going on in my mind of how I cannot imagine spending the rest of my life travelling around my neighbourhood and avoiding the marvels of this beautiful planet.
How Can I Miss Wildlife I Have Not Met Yet ? How Can I Long For Places I Have Not Been Yet?
I am only realising how important is to embody the space for loss which is only love without control.
What I miss it will come back because LOVE always does, one way or the other.
The most important matter are not the things we want to love, or the people or the places.
The most important thing is that we learn to love with freedom, without the urge of possessing as if there was a expiry date to disappearance.
I don't know if I will ever see gorillas, visit the Antarctica or meet the earthy lands of Hawaii.
I only know that there isn't a compulsion anymore.
There is trust.
And in trust there is always possibility.
The one you could never imagine.