And then he walked into the jungle, without so much as a glance back. All our time and memories together at his back; and then he disappeared into the jungle, never destined to meet again.
Today has been quite the day. Himatee Didi, Henry, and the two Emilys all left today. In just three weeks, the relationships I have made are stronger than so many that I have cultivated for years. Being in the most spiritual of places and sharing that moment with someone is something incomparable. I fought my tears back today as they were leaving. It felt as if my Richard Parker was leaving me. We shed parts of our soul like footprints in the sand. I suppose it would be remiss not to honor that sand with the placement on our brow for those footprints have laid the way. Himatee Didi told me before she left that she wanted to tie a rakhi for me which is a symbol of brother and sister. My eyes welled with emotion. She is such an amazing example of compassion and generosity in this world. Henry left me a note on my dresser that again brought tears to my eyes. He called me his big brother and calling him my little brother would be the very minimum title I could give.
The people here have been parts of my sense of self and soul they I have been searching for all my life. I hope that these beacons of light continue to shine clarity on my life. Though if they become but footprints of a self that is no more, then their memory will always be a shrine in my heart.
Today has been quite the day. Himatee Didi, Henry, and the two Emilys all left today. In just three weeks, the relationships I have made are stronger than so many that I have cultivated for years. Being in the most spiritual of places and sharing that moment with someone is something incomparable. I fought my tears back today as they were leaving. It felt as if my Richard Parker was leaving me. We shed parts of our soul like footprints in the sand. I suppose it would be remiss not to honor that sand with the placement on our brow for those footprints have laid the way. Himatee Didi told me before she left that she wanted to tie a rakhi for me which is a symbol of brother and sister. My eyes welled with emotion. She is such an amazing example of compassion and generosity in this world. Henry left me a note on my dresser that again brought tears to my eyes. He called me his big brother and calling him my little brother would be the very minimum title I could give.
The people here have been parts of my sense of self and soul they I have been searching for all my life. I hope that these beacons of light continue to shine clarity on my life. Though if they become but footprints of a self that is no more, then their memory will always be a shrine in my heart.
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