An Ode of love to the North

My heart unexpectedly begins to smile its widest grin. I'm telling you, this heart can sparkle because it's definitely sparkling as I fly over her rocky shore this late December evening.

...Soon the daylight is on the other side of the globe, the place I just came from...

I didn't get a window seat, so I had to get creative. I found a tiny extra window across from the restroom. I hunched over at a very questionable angle, and WHAM! I was struck by a lightning bolt of happiness. The degree of uncomfortableness I had to endure to discover what my heart was jumping up and down about didn't even bother me.

This was the first time I felt rooted to the ground during my trip.

It is simply you—dear Canada, my heart is falling in love with you.

A few days pass, and I notice how different I feel here.

It's like all my plants were watered and feel like blossoming again.

I am beginning to feel like growing in all sorts of directions! It's like all my cells are in a hot debate on what passion to pursue first.

Something else I noticed was that I feel a bit more... for a lack of better words, superficial… not necessarily bad, just different. In Germany I feel more like a submarine driver; here, more like a surfer. Just different.

To be honest, though, I really needed to surf!

A little ode of love to the north

I am falling deeply in love with your trees.

Falling in love with an internal ease.

With the way the sun gently caresses your mountain tips.

I am falling in love with a life in earthen scripts.

I am feeling whole; I am feeling so sparkly,

feeling real, raw, and so right—

That's what I am truly falling in love with tonight.

At some point, I am noticing I don’t miss him the same,

not the way I did before, not with that old ache.

And somehow, quietly, that feels like grace,

like love learning a new pace.

Yes, I still love him, oh so deeply,

but now my heart is full, not empty.

I am loving from abundance, not from lack,

moving forward without pulling myself back.

It’s an entirely different melody of life—

stay sparcly,

Gaia