footmarksofloveLove never arrives.
It will always be moving, flowing, finding new ways, and expanding until it reaches each soul on this planet.
It took me a while to realize that love will always be moving.
Almost two years ago, love is moving was about Vanessa’s and my journey of relocating.
Two souls moving in the physical dimension, leaving footmarks of love on different continents. Even though we shared about our inner journey, I did not know how to continue with the category after we arrived at our destination – and reality hit us. We did share about the beautiful parts and stories that are a huge part of footmarksoflove. Being real and true to our words was always part of these monthly recaps and we shared that with this exciting adventure and the inspiring new world came a load of responsibility.
Responsibility for the job that allowed us to relocate. Responsibility for ourselves to create community, to allow body, mind, and soul to arrive and stay grounded. Responsibility for arrangements to stay connected to friends and family abroad and most importantly to ourselves. Especially work-wise the external responsibility of teaching has been very time and energy-consuming and at times ungrounding.
Even though we experienced similar things on different ends of the world, we hardly managed to communicate. When we did, we took our time to share our individual stories that were very alike. Same same but different.
School topics were discussed, and our struggles to find balance in this environment and system that has been a compromise. A momentary solution we have thriven to break but yet are grateful for being where we are in this moment in time. While our soul projects were on hold it felt like somehow this mutual experience has been the right step for footmarksoflove. Yet, when days were extra long, loud, and masculine, I heard my Human Design coaches voice: “You are meant to live as on vacation”.
What does that mean though? Her voice did whisper in my head when I went for my Sunday morning swim in the pool right in front of my house. Even now, when I am writing these words. Exhausted from the school week but yet grateful. Grateful to feel the sensations of monsoon raindrops crawl down my window and water splashing on the stunning red lipstick palm trees in front of my room. It still feels surreal when I walk the beautiful Green Corridor back from work, watching monkeys jump from one green scenery into another one while paying attention that I won’t step on monitor lizards. I have done my best to enjoy and be present here and it felt like a vacation at times. Ending this chapter feels healthy and right too.
Imagine you are diving in beautiful yet different waters, you enjoy watching the different fishes and algae, yet you are looking forward to slowly approach the surface again – ready to take a deep breath of new and fresh air. As beautiful as the dive has been – tropical heat, palm trees, and sunny pool days, it felt like being on autopilot and stuck in paradise at times too.
I feel more at ease since I decided to finish this chapter, curious about what the last pages will bring. It helps me enjoy the vacation part here more and feel gratitude for what is. I am excited and scared to write the next one.
Possible prologue: Love never arrives. It will always be moving, flowing, finding new ways, and expanding until it reaches each soul on this planet.
