In Morocco, I touched some of the depths of my soul and discovered so much of my heart and my being. Even after months of being back, I struggle to again reach those depths. I wrote in Morocco about how both the first and third world have a superficiality to them. However, they are two very different types of superficiality. I find myself drowning in a world full of materialism and tunnel vision. The world is small here, and most people keep the doors of their soul closed even to themselves. Work is no longer just something I do, it's what defines my life, fills my day, eats my thoughts, and steals my attention.
I hunger for a world filled with moments of still silence. It's as if I've forgotten; silence can give me emptiness if I don't remind myself.
For two years, I dug to my depths and sought peace. Yet in this new place, I must perform this work again in order to find myself in this new context. I have to adjust to find a new balance after this change in scale, measure, and weight.
Perhaps this is our life work--to find ourselves again and again as our scenery changes thus forcing a change to our inner selves. If I can find the space, will you help me find myself?
I hunger for a world filled with moments of still silence. It's as if I've forgotten; silence can give me emptiness if I don't remind myself.
For two years, I dug to my depths and sought peace. Yet in this new place, I must perform this work again in order to find myself in this new context. I have to adjust to find a new balance after this change in scale, measure, and weight.
Perhaps this is our life work--to find ourselves again and again as our scenery changes thus forcing a change to our inner selves. If I can find the space, will you help me find myself?
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