After landing yesterday, I got slightly shocked...
temperature 7 degrees Celsius ,
no sun
straight lines everywhere ⎸⎯⎸
no smiles
my bag arrived broken for good
I 'should' not complain cause I spent 2 months in the tropics.
My body & mind were screaming: "Where the f.ck did we land!?"
This morning, I lay flat on my back in complete silence, to process the shift in reality. Just breathing, feeling it all, and observing. This seemed to be the best tactics to start arriving "home".
I 'should' be filled with sun and good vibes from Bali.
Where did it all disappear at once?
There were even a couple of moments when I wished I would be numb so I did not have to feel this strong of an impact.
In the afternoon, I brought Alisia to play with her bestie and called one of my dearest friends. She was available and free. I almost broke down in tears when I hugged her, so warm it felt to be in her presence again, so familiar. Friends are wizards!!!
We went into nature, to a chapel and to a pilgrimage tree. We talked and shared. Something important dropped in in the conversation. About Purity and Innocence. It cleared the fog and my body opened up to allow the outside frequencies in and started relaxing.
I love this whole human experience of the past 36 hours, even though most of it was not on the pleasant side. All the physical sensations and psychological nuances of the perceived discomfort, being internally called into silence, following intuition for my friend's company.
How beautiful this all is, really.
