A process lived from the inside, still evolving: listening to the body, letting go of what doesn't fit, leaving the same old place, making things happen.
The plane hit the ground hard, a thread of sunlight came through when they opened the door, and it felt like touching down, crossing myself, and running straight onto the field. Someone truly local, no rush, just watching the street. Landing in a country I'd never set foot in, where I couldn't understand a word of the language, had me a notch more on edge than usual. You're probably thinking "what a ridiculous thing to say," but new things tense me up a little at first. Then