The Return

The Return
“It is a strange thing to come home.  While yet on the journey, you cannot at all realise how strange it will be” – Selm Lagerlof (1858 – 1940)

It’s been a wild ride since I returned to Melbourne 7 months ago and my pilgrimage officially ended. Transitioning between vastly different lifestyles – one free-spirited, in nature, wandering, free – the other city-based, urban, corporate with contracted responsibilities – it’s not easy or instant.

Just like transplanting a plant from one pot to another can be traumatic for the plant, the change in cultures and way of life can be overwhelming for the highly sensitive person. The plant needs low light, regular watering and time for the roots to settle.  So do we sensitive ones.

My first instinct was to run for my life and get out of Melbourne. Then my second instinct was to go back to everything I knew that felt comfortable. Having packed up and left then returned four times now, I knew I just needed to follow my own ebb and flow; to breathe, watch, feel the sadness and the joy, inviting a new way of being as I allowed my roots to re-settle.

For the first few days I didn’t leave my sister’s house. When I eventually did, it was to spend time with close friends or in my sacred place in nature, to walk and reconnect with the earth beneath my feet.

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