Something about the beach feels like home. Like I can close my eyes and feel the water surrounding me, hear the smooth crash of the soft waves pull back and forth and hear the long, beautiful silence of the beach. It’s the most wonderful feeling.
Deep down I knew this last trip would be a return home in many ways. Panama was my first “Semi Solo” trip and my intuition told me it would be my last. Perhaps I was tired or perhaps I was making room for the next chapter but this “part of the journey” I had wandered and fulfilled my dreams. I stepped back to jump forward and the puzzle-piece that had been missing for so many years was in its place. I did it and all the steps were out of order, but I did it all so now that this jigsaw puzzle was finally complete, I could put it all to rest. I could sigh a breath of relief and be still. I could sit back and breathe. My peace, my tranquility and calm were here when I closed my eyes I could see my heart – my family. I didn’t need to run anymore I just needed to go home. So, the moment everything came together, it all fell apart because it had served its purpose. And once I stood still long enough, I understood.
Love letter to me 2015
W Wanderland 