… and little did either of us anticipate the teary goodbye that carried her away to the airport. And now, my last contact with home, in the flesh, is gone and off on her journey towards Mother India. Strange sensation to see her off, waving at the door of our sweet hotel with a sense of familiarity like it was my home, and then silently, strangely, walking back in to my room that suddenly felt just that much emptier and noticing for the first time now, how here I am, in Bangkok, Thailand … on my own. A bit of tender wistfulness arises, not quite sadness, but tender for sure and I let myself just feel it, no need to do anything with it except be. I’m here to find my way, to create my way … and to trust that I will be guided and held in safety and love.
Blessings on your way, dear Bear, may the path be wide open with richness all along the way!
And now for a few funny signs along the way: