I DO want to fly!!!
I was telling /t that I have this little collection of Story People by an American Artist, Bill Andreas. One of them is called Flying Woman. The old link didn't work but you can look it up if you're interested under 'prints' at: www.storypeople.com
I see this is true in my life. I have 3 stories. Two I identified with and one was aspirational.
I think its time for a new story.
Ironically, my leave to remain in England expired Friday. Yes, I did consider letting it expire and returning to Canada, but I have things I need to see through here. Now, I am without a passport while my permit is being extended. A foreigner on foreign soil. I'm trapped!!!
I'm not a person who adapts easily to having her freedom curtailed.
I couldn't get this song out of my head yesterday. Oh, Ruela and I will probably argue over whether Nelly Furtato is Canadian or Portuguese. And actually, as an immigrant to Canada, she is both. The beautiful woman is clearly Portuguese, the beautiful landscape is clearly Canadian. And as an emigrant from Canada on two continents now, I understand the phrase: "I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is."
When I first heard her sing, I felt Nelly described me perfectly. I'd just returned from India...was living in New York and trying to decide whether to move to India, Vancouver or maybe London. Funny really...I ended up in India sort of by accident on a yoga teaching stint and ended up starting a small charity that partnered with an orphanage, when really, my intention was to go work with Aids orphans in Africa.
I moved around alot when I was a kid and I'd seen most of North America by the time I was 16. Being rootless can be disorienting....or liberating....and so every time I have had a life decision to make, one of the factors about which I have the least fear is 'where.'
For the moment and for the next little while, geography is settled...but I'm on a life mission with this next step, and where is becoming more important. One thing I know is that London is not where my soul is...London is not my home. And what seems a long time can pass quickly...so soon again...I'll find my wings...