It feels like I’ve been hurtling through time and space lately. Always on airplanes, always saying hello to someone or someplace — and of course, always saying goodbye. The celebration of a greeting is never without the sound of a clock ticking, a reminder that there will be sadness when we part.
Life is full of circles and I need to remind myself that endings are not the end. How can we begin something new without leaving behind what we have finished? How would eagles learn to fly if they refused to leave the nest? Change can sometimes be comforting in its predictability. Doesn’t spring always arrive after winter?
As sad as it feels to say goodbye to family and friends right now, it’s time for me to go home to the Philippines. I often meet Filipinos who live in Canada.They have left their country and adopted mine. They think it’s strange that I have done the reverse.
I don’t know what’s strange anymore. I’m just going with the flow and am curious to see where that might take me. It has recently taken me on some wonderful adventures and it looks like there will be more to come. In the meantime, it will be good to say hello to Martin and my pets and stay home for a while…