21 Gratitudes
I am grateful for all the safety I had on my journey – planes, crazy taxis, trains, collectivos, motos, buses, hostels, homes & open air sleeping. And for my shoes, being such good friends of mine.
I am grateful for all the healing I have received in all of its forms, for all the smiles, kind words, hugs, kisses, love,laughter, compassion, generosity and humanity.
I am grateful for the jungle. For having a chance to go there, for it being there and for taking a part of it with me back home.
I am grateful for all the beautiful women – sisters I’ve met on the road. Without you, I would have sometimes felt alone.
I am grateful for all the beautiful men I’ve met. You made me feel respected, safe, appreciated and beautiful.
I am grateful for Diego, a 66 year old taxi driver who gave me no choice but to practice spanish irregular verbs from the airport to my hostel. He is the same age as my dad.
I’m grateful for the burglars to have given up breaking into my friends house after they heard us shouting.
I am grateful for all the help I got when I needed.
I am grateful for the nights under the starry sky. And for all the company I had in them.
I am grateful for having time on my own on Machu Picchu, for the silence that made me hear layers and layers of both, that beautiful place and myself.
I am grateful for being gently taken care of when I was sick. Twice.
I am grateful for the internet. Without it I would miss home so much more.
I am grateful for my nose’s ability to find the best possible coffee wherever I went.
I am grateful for the guard in Madrid airport for letting me sneak out for a cigarette and come back without needing to pass all the control again.
I am grateful for all the dances I have danced, in the cities, in the mountains, in the (rain)forests, on the planes, trains, hostel lobbies and streets.
I am grateful for a taxi driver who played Indochine in his car. Man, I completely forgot about them.
I am grateful for being able to understand the language around me, it made me feel much more comfortable.
I’m grateful to be driven through ghettos by night up to the mountain in Lima to see Jesus. He seemed like a cool guy.
I’m grateful for the amaaaazing food I’ve been eating for 2 months, for all the recipes I’m bringing back home and for the sugar overdose that made me laugh to tears.
I am grateful for all the teachers I had on this journey – there were so many of you. And for the deep new weaving that happened inside of my heart, my mind and my body.
And as much as I could continue like this for god knows how long, it’s time to stop, just for now. So, I’m grateful for the earth below me, sky above me, fire with in me, water around me and for all that which I call Home – for all those whom I call Home – for you being here and just loving me.
Je suis arrivé!