Waiting in Paris

I await for my flight in Paris, aware that when I got the flu almost 2 weeks back now, I fell away from updating this blog. 

I had a good farewell in the Khasi Hills, and felt kind of heartbroken to leave my good friends. Some old, I perhaps will not see again. Some young, who hugged me tight, knowing they will be older, wiser, and different when I return.

I had a lovely brief visit with my friend Schuy in Morocco. I spent just enough time to hunger to return to those greening hills, tightly packed little multicultural towns, delicious food and Roman ruins. 

And now here I sit, trying to ponder all that has come of my trip, to remember the snow and cold that will greet me after seeing spring in the Moroccan countryside, in the flowering trees of the Khasi Hills. I will miss the freedom to eat with others so easily—eating at people's houses, eating out in restaurants has all be so easy. 

I found this poem, and love it's message:

For the Traveler

Every time you leave home,
Another road takes you
Into a world you were never in.

New strangers on other paths await.
New places that have never seen you
Will startle a little at your entry.
Old places that know you well
Will pretend nothing
Changed since your last visit.

When you travel, you find yourself
Alone in a different way,
More attentive now
To the self you bring along,
Your more subtle eye watching
You abroad; and how what meets you
Touches that part of the heart
That lies low at home:

How you unexpectedly attune
To the timbre in some voice,
Opening in conversation
You want to take in
To where your longing
Has pressed hard enough
Inward, on some unsaid dark,
To create a crystal of insight
You could not have known
You needed
To illuminate
Your way.

When you travel,
A new silence
Goes with you,
And if you listen,
You will hear
What your heart would
Love to say.

A journey can become a sacred thing:
Make sure, before you go,
To take the time
To bless your going forth,
To free your heart of ballast
So that the compass of your soul
Might direct you toward
The territories of spirit
Where you will discover
More of your hidden life,
And the urgencies
That deserve to claim you.

May you travel in an awakened way,
Gathered wisely into your inner ground;
That you may not waste the invitations
Which wait along the way to transform you.

May you travel safely, arrive refreshed,
And live your time away to its fullest;
Return home more enriched, and free
To balance the gift of days which call you.

~ John O'Donohue ~


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