Doors Close Until the Right Door Opens
I went to say goodbye to these wetlands, one of the things I'll miss the most. I said goodbye to the calm water, the blooming trees, the swans, the egrets, the seagulls, the jumping fishes... So much life contained in this quiet place.
I said goodbye to the version of me who inhabited this place, the one that planted trees, created meditations, petted horses, filmed insects, swam in cold water, climbed 700 steps four times, found home in the forest.
I believe part of us lingers after we leave. It stays with the lives we touch. No need to carve our names on a tree or paint them on walls. Our essence remains long after we're gone, just like those places and those lives stay within us wherever we go.
A new chapter begins.
Here's to new chapters. Here's to letting go. Here's to the magic of life unfolding around us. It is scary to give up control. It is disappointing to make peace with the idea that our dreams might not come true. It is frustrating to knock on one door after another and not see them open. But sometimes... miracles happen.
Here's to miracles.