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,
into your inner ground;
that you may not waste the invitations which
wait along the way
to transform you.
May you travel safely,
and live your time away
to its fullest;
return home more enriched,
and free to balance the gift of days
which call you.
It has taken me months to complete the Costa Rica journal. Perhaps a part of me didn’t want to finish. That somehow by completing the journal I would be admitting it was really over. Like a good book, reluctant to read the last chapter, I didn’t want this story to end.
7am departure from the mountains of Coronado and the home of my dear friends, and my 17 hour journey begins. We drop the kids at school, Sergio at the wheel, Lorena riding shotgun. We part ways with Lorena in San Jose so she can take a two hour bus to the coast for a massage gig at the ocean.
There are no tears, and no sadness. We know we will meet again, “A being of ecstatic light, forever entwined.” ~ Hafiz
Sergio buys me a coffee and ensures I get on the right bus to the airport. Security is a breeze and so the long wait inside the terminal begins. I eat at Quizno’s, reluctantly. It’s the first fast food that has passed these lips in two months. I can already feel Costa Rica slipping away, one bite at a time.
I love flying, preferring the window seat so I can take in the landscape, the cloud formations, the fleeting beauty of this ephemeral world.
Arriving back in the states was uneventful and customs, though confusing, was quick and relatively painless. They keep delaying my flight out of Miami. Another long wait begins. Now that I am on US soil again, I just want to get home.
The stroke of midnight announces my long-awaited arrival into O’hare. I’m tired, and sore and travel weary. Rachel said I looked just so over it. Seeing her in baggage claim was like seeing a unicorn. You don’t believe they really do exist, these magical, mythical beings. But they do. And this magical being was here to help me with my luggage on the last leg of this journey.
I woke up on Wednesday feeling surprisingly good, considering we burned the midnight oil, eager to catch up, nestled comfortably in her cute little Chicago apartment. My energy was light, and I felt like anything was possible. I also felt hungry. Quizno’s in Costa Rica was ages ago, so we hit the road looking for brunch.
I already knew what I wanted. Pancakes.
And not just one pancake. I wanted two. Of my very own. All for me, thank you very much.
Back at Rachel’s, I took the shower of a lifetime. Hot water. Water pressure. Heaven. These simple luxuries that we all take for granted, until we are denied their existence.
I do some of my best thinking in the shower. And as this one was particularly, deliciously long, I had time for quite a bit of musing. It was finally starting to sink in that I was home. Whatever transformations had taken place were becoming perceptible. I felt expanded. Stretched. Different. I wondered if I seemed different.
Coming home to the cabin just felt right. Despite my unknown future, and indecision about where my life was leading, this was home. It was exactly where I was meant to be.
I walked in the woods, toes wet from dew, and felt no fear. No spider, ant, snake or critter could possibly compare to what the jungles of Costa Rica had to offer.
The final words from the journal I diligently kept to document this journey are ones that continue to sustain me, “Stay open, Jodi. Stay on course. Love and light. I believe in you!”.
For a New Beginning
Awaken to the mystery of being here and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence.
Have joy and peace in the temple of your senses.
Receive encouragement when new frontiers beckon.
Respond to the call of your gift and to the courage to follow its path.
Let the flame of anger free you of all falsity.
May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame.
May anxiety never linger about you.
May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of soul.
Take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention.
Be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul.
May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.
From: To Bless the Space Between Us