My urge to lie on floors is not fulfilled here.
I do not know what Nicaragua means because I haven't felt her yet,
because I haven't sunk into the lowest part of her, because
I haven't felt her heartbeat with the soft part of my fingers,
because I haven't tripped on a quiet truth that cements her all together, haven't stood beneath her alone and found myself still living, still breathing.
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ReplyDeleteA wise professor once taught me.
To understand the stars, you must first stand under them...
I think it will get under your skin and into you in ways that you will not feel until you start to move around, move back, sometime return.
ReplyDeleteI think being in a place, alone, is very important for some. When you're with a group of people it is so easy to feel every neuron and proton, smile and frown, anxiety and spontaneity. I remember times on SITW when I knew that I would feel different about the place if I had been alone--calm, quiet, peaceful, renewed.
One of the hardest parts of going to new, beautiful, interesting places is that you want to feel like you are going home, that you belong there, and that whatever feelings you have can be you at your best and not drowned out in frenzy.
In summary, I miss you and think of you often. I hope you're having a good monday!