And I’m off. Excited. Anxious.
Wrapped up the best I could in DC: Clients prepared to work with me on the road. Classes subbed. Subletter settled in my place. Closure- the good kind – with an ex who still haunted my internal feedback loop. Parting of ways with a beloved mentor- the most foundational in my practice as a healer.
Freedom to explore and grow- without attachment, without the weight of emotional indebtedness, holding onto relationships that had run their course..
Fretting a bit about what’s ahead:
Pushing through my broken, childish Arabic to authentically connect without anxiety or embarrassment.
Traveling and working during Ramadan- an auspicious, devotional time of year for Muslims to bear witness to their attachments and transcend them.. when I haven’t truly immersed in the fasting rituals since senior year in college. And trying to teach nutrition & healthy eating all the while.
The journey begins. Taking off tonight for Cairo. In my practice to balance curiosity & wonderment with savvy, it is still my plan to show up and serve- without preconceived notions of what that may look like.
Perhaps it is just to be a witness.