Ille-et-Vilaine (Bretagne, France)
Leaving means letting go. But letting go does not happen immediately and especially not when you leave something you have grown fond of. Even if you‘ve been there only for a short time.
Moving on does not mean leaving it behind. Every parting happens in waves and this waves flatten over time until at some point you are left with the beautiful feeling of the lived experience.
And then you are free.
Free to enjoy the memory when it arises or when you bring it up yourself. Free to let go of what you have experienced because you have been able to really let go. Free to look into the future and approach it with clarity and excitement.
I am not still there yet.
After leaving comes the arrival. We arrive in a new place but I am not there. I can feel so much inside me resisting letting go of the past and being here. I don't manage to accept the unchangeable and create space for the new.
Although what was so clear at the beginning, namely that we leave again after a fixed period of time, doesn't seem to apply. Because the place I’ve left has dug it’s way deep into my heart. I still look back at it.
In this new beginning there is absence of happiness. And yet I recognize a meaning in this feeling that points me in the right direction. I now can see what is right for me and what is not.
With every move it gets harder to leave. I think I am now ready to come to rest. To find a place that I can call home. Every move adds some more clarity to what I really need.
It's a warm, cozy house surrounded by nature. A gas stove. Maybe a wood-burning fireplace. Darkness at night. The warmth of the sun that vibrates in the room. My wife. Some friends. Maybe a pet. And peace and quietness. Silence.
Leaving means letting go. But letting go does not happen immediately and especially not when you leave something you have grown fond of. Even if you‘ve been there only for a short time.
Moving on does not mean leaving it behind. Every parting happens in waves and this waves flatten over time until at some point you are left with the beautiful feeling of the lived experience.
And then you are free.
Free to enjoy the memory when it arises or when you bring it up yourself. Free to let go of what you have experienced because you have been able to really let go. Free to look into the future and approach it with clarity and excitement.
I am not still there yet.
After leaving comes the arrival. We arrive in a new place but I am not there. I can feel so much inside me resisting letting go of the past and being here. I don't manage to accept the unchangeable and create space for the new.
Although what was so clear at the beginning, namely that we leave again after a fixed period of time, doesn't seem to apply. Because the place I’ve left has dug it’s way deep into my heart. I still look back at it.
In this new beginning there is absence of happiness. And yet I recognize a meaning in this feeling that points me in the right direction. I now can see what is right for me and what is not.
With every move it gets harder to leave. I think I am now ready to come to rest. To find a place that I can call home. Every move adds some more clarity to what I really need.
It's a warm, cozy house surrounded by nature. A gas stove. Maybe a wood-burning fireplace. Darkness at night. The warmth of the sun that vibrates in the room. My wife. Some friends. Maybe a pet. And peace and quietness. Silence.