If luck surrounds us, something always anchors our soul, no matter how far adrift we float.
I wandered to Istanbul one year to live and teach and learn. A thriving, ancient, massive metropolis – enchantment consistently wrapped my brain in a thick layer of wonder. Aside from the billions of historical landmarks and relics, just immersing in a totally foreign culture fills your sensory input almost to overload, constantly.
That is why it took me a while, maybe a few months, to realize that I was doing this inexplicable thing:
As I would be driving, especially, I would begin to glimpse something large looming toward me from the hilly horizon of the city, I would swell with anticipation and something in my heart would heat up, glowing soft and warm. I would wait for the thing to come into focus like it was Christmas morning and a puppy waited with a bow for me to unbox and love.
As the large object would clarify into a mosque or distant mountain, I would then, inevitably, deflate, cold and empty. No puppy, no bows, not Christmas.
The thick cloud of occlusion kept the meaning from me for many more months, though this experience occurred daily. It began to drive me nuts. What anticipation existed so deeply within me that every distant loom seemed a huge joy waiting to explode, only to deflate once its exact contours came into view?
The mystery lasted, agonizingly, all year.
Then I returned home. Returning to family and friends, hugs and love already saturated my senses, then. Bliss.
But, something more, something somehow even deeper, also waited to drench my core:
Driving away from the airport, something loomed in the distance, my heart filled again with that anticipation, despite so many letdowns…
…but this time things had changed. The feeling did not release when the object came into focus. The feeling exploded and filled every part of me with a peaceful surety I had missed all that time…
Mt. Rainier, Tahoma, the sacred, anchored me home.
All my life it sat, in the distance, sometimes coming into view and, all my life, I forgot to know its role in my soul. My subconscious recognized it for what it was: the center of this part of the world, the center of myself, my love.
Though I was drifting, I could never lose myself to the vast sea of the world -my heart held always here.
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