I like every letter in the word 'adventure'. Same goes for 'sunshine', 'magic', 'seaside' and 'retroflect'(what the Agulhas current does when it meets the Benguela at the tip of Africa). In these first few weeks of being in London, those words seem to have been replaced with letters that form words such as 'overwhelmed', 'lonely', 'unsettled', 'grey' and 'lost'. These are less pleasant.
I can't quite describe it, but after a particularly low week and spending a lot of time pondering and praying, I have some sea gypsy clarity. Here it is:
-Firstly. Magical, gumption filled adventures are sweeter and on another level of special when your surroundings are ordinary and underwhelming. Much like finding invincible internal sunshine in the depths of winter, you can find magic in naming the neighbourhood pigeons & squirrels/ in public toe tapping & air piano playing. I have found magic hiding in particularly lovely songs and in spreading my aeroplane wings while I go for a run. Adventure has been hiding in treasure hunting: for special clothing in charity shops and online, for signs of spring, for evidence of both big opulent and sneaky hidden art in this big city.
- Secondly, life's an education. All of it. Learning to be alone, learning to go to interviews, learning to be better at directions, learning to communicate with people from different cultures, learning details about Argentinian beef and double macchiatos, learning to talk to yourself during a colliewobble and learning to trust the Lord. Realizing that these are all learning experiences that will help form my character make me a more willing student.
- the combination of these above two things in my mind lead to growing up without becoming a grown up. A prospect that I can now say, is very exciting.
As such, I have new found enthusiasm for all the adventure and education that this year will bring. Here is some evidence of both adventure and magic from the last few weeks :)