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Yesterday, leaving Toronto, I felt strange and sad. A cloud sat on my chest. Maybe it was the act of packing clothing into a little suitcase for the week in Montreal that made me feel on a subtle level what it will be like on the day I pack to return to TT. Had I not extended my stay, I would indeed have been leaving ... in three days. As we drove out of the city, heading for Montreal, the strange feeling persisted. I had felt it the last time too ... as though there were little heart-centred energetic tendrils connecting me to TO. I could feel them stretching and becoming thinner the further we pulled from the city ... but they didn't disappear. I sat quietly, feeling to burst into tears.Sometimes I think "Am I making up this feeling?" No, how could I be? "Am I creating an illusion?" No, I don't think so. Then I think: "Well, am I on holiday?" No, it's not that either.
But ... why question? Just enjoy what is enjoyed and leave it at that.
2 comments:
Hmm, makes me think of a book called The Power of Place. I don't think you're imagining or making it up. I think you and Toronto are co-creating a strong energetic bond. You love each other!
It's true. Yesterday I was thinking that the way I feel about Toronto is like being in love with a person. (Fortunately it seems to be mutual).
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