all the pieces
when the door to the plane for Brisbane to Cairns closed, I knew I was in the right place at the right time. I felt like I could trust in my path, in what I had chosen, in what lay ahead and in my growth. i didn't feel good or bad, but I felt certain.
and on that plane, as I watched the Nick Cave documentary One More Time With Feeling, in the part where the song 'Jesus Alone' has Nick going:
"With your voice, I am calling you"
I had tears streaking down my face (okay, yeah it was kinda embarrassing but my eyes just kept leaking).
today I feel like I'm pulling myself apart bit by bit, and setting each piece aside to determine whether it will fit who I am becoming and in what configuration. some of those pieces may not go back into the new me, and that's tough (especially since I'm kinda wedded to some of those pieces, I've earnt them, bought them or been scarred by them). right now, I'm not sure which pieces are which, where they are and how they should even go back together. but this is the right place to keep thinking about it.
oh and my project is starting - it's what's got me really thinking about calling, identity and connection (tough and heavy stuff, you dig?).