We know when it is the time.
There comes a time when we know that we need to pack our suitcase, our soul starved for endless sea and vast horizon, longing for change. That suitcase has been waiting for a long time, this is our call, this is our home coming. This is our time, only ours. Time to come back to the roots. We return home, to that balsamic scent of the forest, white sands and blue skies. And everything falls into place again. We belong to this land, we belong to us at last. Our soul is joyful, we start to feel happy again. A familiar feeling, feeling we felt long time ago. We start to be closer to us, ever closer, and we love that feeling. We longed for it with all our heart.
I see a stork one morning and have tears in my eyes, everything moves me, everything moves inside me. I feel alive again. I breathe in the atmosphere, enjoy this place moment by moment. I feel more vulnerable but also paying attention to the surroundings, this glorious nature, the pine cones, the shells on the sand, the pine tree scents, the deer on the forest path to the beach, the little footsteps of the sea birds, the stones on the sand in all their shapes and colours. I can see more. The time of vulnerability also brings a lot of questions, as I get distance to the current situation, and the questions which I tried to avoid come before me, waiting to be answered. I seem to have unanswered questions for the loved ones too, important questions, and I write them down.
We become ourselves again. Our voice, thoughts, feeling of freedom, still far from the dream, but closer than ever before to us, and this is the essential step because from that place anything can happen, things can happen fast. No more hiding in the cove, we get out of our shell and start to blossom, smile, talk, come back to us whom we knew some time ago, not feeling fear anymore, having new courage to change perspective, the environment, thoughts, views, the colour of the sky. Ready for change until it finally arrives, long awaited.
And this glorious nature, the pine cones, the shells on the sand, the pine tree scents, the deer on the forest path to the beach, the little footsteps of the sea birds, the stones on the sand in all their shapes and colours.
