i wrote about a recent experience in my last “lovers” post which was a homage to the inevitably of adieu when a certain era of relationship reaches its end.
So beautiful ♥️✨ “it’s me, occluding my own sight” this felt so real to me. Not just in the way of falling in love with people but also in the way of falling in love with places. For years, I placed nyc on a pedestal that it stopped me from taking any other place as home, even when circumstances led me elsewhere. And when I saw how I was in my own way, I let it go. suddenly love revealed itself. It’s always been here.
So beautiful ♥️✨ “it’s me, occluding my own sight” this felt so real to me. Not just in the way of falling in love with people but also in the way of falling in love with places. For years, I placed nyc on a pedestal that it stopped me from taking any other place as home, even when circumstances led me elsewhere. And when I saw how I was in my own way, I let it go. suddenly love revealed itself. It’s always been here.
I share that feeling, but for me it's "not Block Island." However, that has really been shifting lately. Nostalgia is so interesting, isn't it?
it's shifting for me too and i feel so much more spacious and receptive to life!