Tulum is a beautiful place. It is upmarket and the spirituality here feels a little gimmicky or ungrounded or something... but there is definitely something surreal about this place. I have never swam in an ocean so blue. I feel the landscape sigh around me as I reach the end of this little adventure... everything has fallen quiet and I am spending this time in solitude. I have been in a space of such connection with other people this whole time it feels strange but also like the most natural thing in the world to retreat and find my breath and thoughts as I reflect.
It feels like everything has happened in such perfect timing, and truly like there is a sense of finality to this trip. I am not sad or sentimental I feel blessed and slightly overwhelmed by the scope of what I have been experiencing and learning. There is so much to digest. I have hardly brushed the surface with these blog posts, but I guess what has wanted to be spoken about has been the inner journey above anything... small snippets of realisations and understandings and felt experiences that may be of some value to someone who might read them going through similar spirals of themselves.
Sometimes I read my words and they feel so vague or repetitive even... but it is truly my experience of the world right now, and I need to honour that. I am still very much in a state of inward reflection. Of looking at my life from these brand new angles and being like what tha fuck. My mind bends and so does my world regularly and I am still trying to keep up with what I am observing. There will come a time for linearity and stories that make sense I'm sure. And maybe there won't. Who can say!
I believe we all have stories worth telling. And these are mine, at least right now.