noisy child
I've spent so much time assessing where I've failed that in many ways I've failed to notice the ways in which I've grown. Returning to literally the only home that I've ever known that I can truly go back to is eye opening in the sense that it is amazing to see how much of what I value has changed. So many of the things that I was once so deeply invested in now feel irrelevant. I've quieted in ways that I hadn't noticed as they were happening much in the same way that I might witness how Norbu shot up over a summer away at camp even though I hadn't noticed the growth on a day to day basis. There seems to be a potential within me for deeper relationships outside of my precious innner circle, for example, and I think that it's partly because there's a part of my mind that is quieter now that I hadn't noticed because the noisy part of my brain has required all of my attention. Maybe travel is in part about seeing the broader picture of the inner world rather than the world without.