i go to seek a great perhaps

1 – i swam in the Indian Ocean 

2 – i had an authentic Thai massage

3 – i experienced 40 degree and -20 degree weather

4 – i have physically been in 8 different countries, 5 of which i actually explored 

5 – i bought a really nice guitar

6 – i developed an affinity for coffee

7 – i cut my own hair

8 – i slept on 6 different floors

9 – i have lived with the most exceptional people, approximately…

a different sort of loss

This week I’m troubled with a feeling that is unfamiliar to me: grief.  But it is not in the normal context that you may think.  I’ve discovered that someone doesn’t need to die in the literal sense in order for you to grieve their absence.  They can still be alive and breathing and hopefully well.  But it doesn’t mean that it hurts any less.  So what is the solution?  Do we avoid becoming…

It’s funny how airports become familiar.  

How each time I land I become nostalgic for other countries.  

Each is associated in my mind by different smells, different air, different temperature.

Each time I land I want to cry for the other countries I can’t be in.  I’m reminded of what I’m called to do.  

Would I be satisfied with going back to a quieter life?  I don’t think so.

This is what…