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“There is no real pattern for this whole healing process. At every turn I find a new way to address a feeling or thought. It must be one of the most reflective times in my life. Learning new, honest and organic ways to sift through my emotions is an art-form that takes time and effort. I’m lucky to have these beautiful surrounding and people around me, to make it all a little easier.”
This is a paragraph that resonates with me. I take it from a post I wrote back in June (Down Time) and it is still relevant. I had just been released from the hospital and I’m sure the healing I was referring to had very little to do with my kidney.
As I get ready to fly to Vietnam, I have taken a few moments to skim through some of my older posts. It’s interesting to see how this journey has progressed. I have to admit: I don’t remember writing all that much of it. Once out there, the words have done their intended duty – they have punched the healing time-card. Looking back is something I don’t think I’ll make a habit of. ..not yet, at least.
After Tonga, I had a week or so in Melbourne. Catching up with old friends and making new ones – I kept busy and managed to meet some people heading west along the Great Ocean Road. Beautiful! The twelve apostles are a highlight. We had decent weather and it was entirely too cold to swim, but we did attempt whale-watching from the shores of Warnambool.
Adelaide is probably best described as delightful and easy; a planned-city makes for straight-forward navigation. The museum and art gallery were good hideouts during the rain. As the weather got better I made my way north to stay with a fabulous family. I spent time reading in front of the fire (pure luxury) and then got a chance to ride through the hills on the back of a bike! With the promise of more French food and good conversation, I will definitely be making another stop in South Australia. Thanks friends!
Although Perth found me in my seventh time-zone in little less than a month, arriving here feels as close to coming home as I think possible. My plans to make a couple of small trips down south – they fell by the wayside as soon as I arrived. It’s too easy to be in beautiful North Beach, with my friends and my pseudo-routines…albeit I am in a tent in the backyard…but its home-like…in a breezy sort of way.
Western Australia is a place that is close to my heart. I think it’s interesting to look back on my last visit here, five months in the past. I was at a very, noticeably different place. As I gently peruse my current headspace, I can see the lengths at which I’ve travelled to get here…time zones notwithstanding.