After long years of an exhausting journey, I tried to put my mind and heart at rest. I had this thought, ” Eventually, I’ve reached my destination “. Not long after I arrived at my conclusion, I found myself packing my stuff and moving again, searching for a decent home.
With exhaustion that hasn’t died yet, I’m on the road again with my luggage. Searching, but without knowing what I’m exactly searching. But one thing for sure, I’m going somewhere. That somewhere is a strange place that God has meant it to be a place that I soon call a home. I’ve visited a couple of houses, but this one particular place. A place where my heart felt its a home for my peace of mind and soul.
Standing with my two pieces of luggage, a new home where I’m now. A decent home. Till today, I’m trying to live a minimalist life style. Bring home only things that I need and can afford. A bed and a mattress. A small wood dining table with 4 chairs that is also my study table. A three tier stainless steel rack that I shipped home from the land of America. A stove. A banquet table. Counting still what are the things that I need without killing a lot of space in this small home. This thought lingers in my mind– most probably this is just another transit home for me …
So I believe, I am forever a traveler that what’s God has made of me. What about you? Have the same thought crossed your mind?
I couldn’t stay home that day. I had one look at the bluish sky with its cotton white clouds drifting away. From my study window and sliding door, I saw them. I knew it. Feeling unbearable, I can’t stay home. My heart was aching! Aching to devour the bluish skies out there … To feel the strong wind, to listen to the fluttering leaves as the gush of wind passing through them over and over them. To celebrate the freedom that I have in my soul. And wanting to be closer to nature. To be in nature. To touch the life. Alhamdulillah Yaa Allah. Yaa Rahmaan. Yaa Rahiim.
At one point while standing the strong wind, tears were so close to my eyes. There was a growing feeling of how grateful I am. To own two eyes that differentiate colors of nature. To possess two ears that allow me to hear the sounds of nature that I come to love. To own a heart, that calmly beating the same pace as nature’s heart. To own a soul to feels the blessing. The nature seems to understand how I felt. The strong wind subdued, leaving only the soft one touching my face with a silky touch but light as feathers. As if telling me, We appreciate you join us at this moment. Alhamdulillah Yaa Allah. Yaa Rahmaan. Yaa Rahiim. فَبِأَيِّ آلاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ
Return to the moment … there I was, with the camera at hand at the green garden. Standing the wind. With the two lenses. Undecided which one to give priority to. I truly had to make a decision. Life is all about making decisions. Don’t you agree?
Feasting my eyes on the greener carpet grass compares to early spring. The beautiful flowers and plants in front of me. Dancing with the wind that sometimes soft sometimes hard. Lost in thoughts. My brain was still thinking about how should I continue to write to express what I truly want to say on the journey …