I remember when I first started on this Adventurer Journey. I was tripping all over myself with dreams placed firmly in my hands, running towards the airport gates…
That was over a year ago and things have changed.
Indonesia is an excellent mother. She has taught me a lot about myself and her beautiful land.
*I went back to the familiar and discovered that many things were no longer familiar to me.
They say, “Home is where the heart is” and now my heart resides in many different places.
How to piece it back together again?
I wanna do freedom like the birds do
Envious of their movement through time and space
Gazing out of the window
Witness to their adventures
What if I could fly?
I would fly backwards in time to watch my dog sleeping at the foot of my bed
I would fly forward, up and into my son’s room where I am rocking him to sleep
I would take flight, straight into my mother’s kitchen and chat her up about everything while she cooks dinner
If I were a bird, I would do freedom like the birds do
Up and down
Over and under
Expressing my love for the air with my flight in the heart of her
Taunting the wind as I fly, twisting and turning so easily around her
And I watch
Of the freedom that has been bestowed upon them
Just as the birds do
I desire that freedom, too