This post was written on my return to Los Angeles from spending two magical months in Thailand.
I know myself.
I knew this wouldn’t be easy for me.
You see, traveling humbles and excites me. It brings me back to my true nature. Making meaningful connections with people is where I find my peace. Mixing the two with the vulnerability that was so compassionately witnessed amongst strangers this past month is what makes life worth living.
Each time I find myself wandering towards anxiety over being home I slap my wrists and I bring myself back to my inhale.
It all starts with an inhale.
Breathe little lady.
I also allow myself to cry. Sometimes there’s breathing involved in my sobbing, but mostly just snotty snorting.
Breathing and snorting.
One of this past month’s memories bring me back to a poem a fellow classmate shared. Inhale this beautiful masterpiece why don’t you:
Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.