|pale pink perfect|
Last morning in paradise and it is perfection. My bags are packed my goodbyes are said and my heart is throbbing with TOO MUCH LOVE.
The support I have been gifted by friends, co-workers, acquaintances, and strangers has been overwhelming. I am the luckiest girl and I cannot believe that a year ago I knew no one.
I have been tackled by hugs and last minute heart to hearts at 4 am, I have a little turquoise silver travel turtle nug for protection, my co workers gave me grapes and a chocolate cake, a wool knit hat, a signed mug, and other beautiful things. My friends all showed up to a bonfire and everyone took time out of there lives to toastand laugh and let me crash on their couches.
I think my peace has almost been made with leaving. I am flying out on the wings of a love for this place and this people that I have never before found. I am basically just groping for words to somehow convey the extent of my gratitude and how much each and every one of the mad quirky individuals I have tangled paths with means to me.
Through the goodbyes, I have realized how much love I have here and my heart literally feels like it is too big for its encasing tissue and with each beat I might just burst open.
I know hard times are coming. Loneliness. Exquisite experience. And I'll deal with that as it arrives. But I want to remember this feeling forever. Being surrounded and carried on a magic carpet of complete and utter love. Being so aware of gratitude it's hard to breath. The knowledge that no matter what happens I can always come back to these mountains. That i can always come home.
|last morning love|