Blog Entry 35 * 6-8-22
Woke up on top of Hot Springs Mountain, feeling a mix of emotions about being back home. I’ve experienced this before after other trips—when I’m out traveling, following my heart and soul, everything feels lighter and more aligned. But returning home, I often notice the weight of the material energy here—it just feels different. It’s a strange mix of comfort and discomfort, of clarity and confusion. Still, I think these feelings are a sign that I’m growing and changing.
There’s a part of me that wants to settle back into the familiar rhythms, to feel the stability of home, yet another part bristles against it, restless and unanchored. The contrast between the freedom of the road and the pull of daily life feels sharper than ever, like standing at a crossroads with no clear path forward. Every familiar sight and sound now seems layered with subtle tension, hinting at something unresolved that I can’t yet put my finger on.
Even as I try to make sense of it, I can’t ignore the flicker of anticipation—or perhaps apprehension—that something new is waiting, something that will challenge the comfort I thought I knew.