And slowly I am coming back to myself. Slowly I am recovering to my own truth. I feel it waking up, like stepping out of a dream or waking up really slowly or doing yoga for hours. Slowly I am coming back to who I am, to what I know, to my alignment and connection. I think it would have been impossible to force it, returning to myself has been a slow movement, and I have done it with no tension.
My father taught me to never give up. And he was right. Never ever give up. The 3 weeks since he left this life has been wild. Only when we came back to our own life, I started to recover. The healing powers of staying present, staying in our own life, staying with our own truth, staying grateful and connected are limitless.
We have met amazing people, seen beautiful sunrises and sunsets, had big and small moments and it has all been allowing me to come back to MY truth, MY life, MY path. I think now I am back on track, beginning to move in my direction. And I shall start sharing again. As sharing holds great value to me.
Stayin connected is one of the main elements of sharing, another is opening my experiences for others to enjoy. Please comment, connect, ask questions, write emails. Let me know if you have lost someone, and how you feel, let me know what elements of our nomadic unschooling life, you want to hear more about, invite yourself for dinner, just reach out. I am grateful for all the connections this blog is allowing in our life, everyone following.