Home is where the heart is.Tuesday, 15 September 2009
Los Angeles was exciting, Florida was tropical, Atlanta was big, Indiana was picturesque and Pennsylvania has Roy (our driver friend). Hawaii of course had the ocean.
There are many words to describe this journey however the one I find myself using the most is ‘memories’. I am so very grateful to have had the opportunity to step out of my comfort zone, try something new and in the process create more memories, which for me are priceless.
I write and speak so much about memories and how precious they are. Once an experience is over, once a relationship is over, once an earthly life is over, what remains are our memories.
Surprisingly I have written very little in my journal during these sixteen days away or since my return. I believe it is because the feelings associated with each day are so deeply embedded within me that I do not feel an urgency to document anything.
I continue to feel how it was for me during each state visit, during each interview, during each plane ride. I continue to feel how it was to eventually relax. To be able to let go, body and mind and restore, replenish and rebalance. I continued to experience the moment, and each moment remains.
Whilst away I watched an episode of a popular drama series and was taken aback by the affect this show had on me. A very healthy wave of grief came over me and washed me to shore. I tumbled away for a few moments as the awaiting tears were shed and the feelings were felt.
These tears were like soldiers waiting in line and it was not until my body and mind stopped that I allowed them to come, in fact I welcomed them. Once acknowledged and followed by a sound sleep, I was able to truly feel the sun again on my face as I watched the now calm surf moving on the shore. I was grounded again.
Once feelings come, they pass and make way for new ones to be formed and felt, each one different. You see, for me, my priceless memories were triggered. How lucky I was to have these memories stored in my very valuable treasure box.
The gift of being able to share your feelings and memories with another provides you with even more treasured moments. How fortunate we are to have someone in our lives who has the ability to listen and ‘be’ with the essence of who you are. My treasure box seems to be overflowing.
The world is a magnificent place yet for me, Tanya from New Zealand, home is where my heart is. Home is more than the house I live in. It is my relationships with others, my family, my family at church, my friends, my career, and of course my grey furry ball of love....Fergus. (Who by the way is still handsome to me in spite of a stitched eye and half shaved forehead...Fergus still rocks!)
Have a memorable week.
Interviews will be available for viewing very soon.