Some say a coming of age happens at thirteen, while for others it’s the sweet sixteen. Yet, even the governing bodies over the world will debate as to whether this age should be 18, 19 or 21. For me, none of these were really true, it was a slow and gradual process.
At 22 I took a leap of faith to Canada. The egg began to crack and left the safety of everything I knew behind.
At 23, with new wings to help me float, I dove head first into all things I loved. Yet, this was not simply limited to my head. It was more like a whole body submersion, like the way a duck dives for a fish. I lived in a nest of twigs and leaves. I loved it as much as i knew how. .
At 24, I learned that birds can prey or be prey . I learned the limits of my own mind. In this, I saw the possibilities for happiness and the deep pitfalls that sadness brings. Above all, I learned that the limits placed on you, are only placed by yourself. .
At 25, like a Phoenix, I burned down to my ashes and built myself anew. This time I built myself swift and dexterous, armed with fierce tallons and wings wide enough fly me wherever I need to go.
At 26, I began to build a home fit for a fierce and fiery bird. I built myself a foundation weaved with truth, compassion and fierce unwavering boundaries. .
Yesterday I flew this metaphorical nest I had built for myself. Yet in doing so I realized something so profound. The truth is... home only has and only ever will exist within me, and within the people I surround myself with. .
So goodbye for now Whistler. You were the place that I came of age and in our time together I learned so much about my the place that I have called home all along. Now to go build a home of strong foundations, that is not bound by location but instead by virtue of my own inner work. In doing so it is my hope that I can come back to you, so that I can enjoy you in your wholeness, while being in my own completeness. A meta-home if you will
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