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Wednesday, May 12, 2010 at 11:41AM 
sometimes we get the chance to experience an connection to a place and time... and this moment gives us an undeniable sense of belonging.
NYC has given me this.
i took this photo last summer whilst in Paris - i had i subletted an apartment on Rue Charlot, in the spectacular Marais neighborhood. it was my last day, as i was about to return to NYC. i was wandering around and i came upon these painted stencils scattered throughout the streets and it hit me, like a thrust -- a sense of belonging.
This notion of "belonging" is something i have been grappling with in the days coming up to my departure of my life here in NYC and moving towards a journey of unknowns. It is exhilarating and nerve racking all bundled up in the same instance. this is what it is all about...
a dear friend of mine gave me a book of poetry last year called The House of Belonging by David Whyte. There was one poem in particular that stayed with me and I must of read it hundreds, maybe thousands of times. it seems fitting to share this poem with all of you now, as it is quite timely.
The Journey
David Whyte
above the mountains the geese turn into the light again
painting their black silhouettes on an open sky.
sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens
so you can find the one line already written inside you.
sometimes it takes a great sky to find that
first, bright and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart.
sometimes with the bones of the black sticks left when the fire has gone out
someone has written something new in the ashes of your life.
you are not leaving
you are arriving.
Reader Comments (1)
I'm loving it Lala, exactly you are not leaving you ARE ARRIVING. mama niter.