Sitting at the airport going through all my unread messages. Responding to friends, business partners and family near and far. They all put a smile on my face. I have a few minutes before I get on the plane to see my friend. We grew close very quickly, as if I knew her before I met her. She feels like a mirror. I see myself when looking at her. She’s so close to my heart. Almost as if our souls are intertwined. I’m not even there yet. But I feel her. I feel all of them.
Going through the messages got me thinking - they all have a piece of me. They're always with me. I carry them wherever I go. We don’t finally meet, we’re in each other all along. Sitting here I feel that I’m not going anywhere. There is no distance between me and the ones I love. I always have them with me. I keep them in my heart. They all fit in my heart. It’s an infinite space where I keep the essence of them. Safe. Close to me. They inspire me. Cheer me on. Love me.
Although I carry them in my heart it feels more like their love is carrying me. Lifting me up. Making me almost lift from the ground. Do we ever travel. Well physically we do. But in terms of traveling to see the people we love and hold dear to us. There is no distance. Not between me and my loves. How fortunate I am to have met so many beautiful souls to carry with me. To carry me.
I keep your heart in my heart.
Before when traveling I could feel a sense of freedom leaving everything behind. Leaving literally everything - even myself and the person I was back home. I left it all and could be whomever I wanted. I could do whatever I wanted. I was free. It was my pause from myself. From the life I had created. From my persona and all my responsibilities. From all my made up rules of what I could and could not do. From all my spoken values that restricted me and became the prison I was living in. I created it myself and believed it into existence and I was suffocating.
I had to leave it all to feel free, to feel alive, to be reborn and give life to life as it came to me. To give in to my urges and impulses. To dance with it and express each note as it sung in my ear. To find joy and beauty. Traveling and loosing myself was how I found it. Not values. Not opinions. The essence, of me. What I’m made of. My depth. My ebbs and creases. The life I am. I don’t feel like I leave anymore. I’m always here. Just here. Wherever I am is here.
How limitless we are. Without boundaries. Why make up such a life we have to leave to be free. We don’t need to create that persona. We’re already the creation. Don’t you see. You are already everything exactly the way you came out of this world. Do you hear the music singing in your ear. Listen carefully. It’s your song. Come dance with me. Lose yourself and be free.