In April this year, I packed my bags and moved to the other side of the world - to Japan, a place that speaks effortlessly to my heart.
For many years, my holidays would always include trips to a quiet shrine tucked away in the forest, letting my worries melt away in an onsen, getting lost in the nature and mountains of Shikoku, or being carried away by the craze of neon Tokyo. This, coupled with years studying the language in Melbourne, it seemed like I had been paving this path to move here for many years.
Looking back, I can now see how all the dots have connected.
Intuition beckoned me - I knew that upon returning from my final trip to Japan (read about it here) that my life in Melbourne was to come to a beautiful close. I remembered receiving the image of puzzle pieces being tossed up in the air - a big sign that everything was about to change and that a bold new beginning was on the horizon.
I knew that if I chose to back away from taking action on it, i would be turning my back on my truth. In a way, intuition was calling me out to explore my fear - fear of what this big life change would mean for me. My intuition was gently asking me to play in the uncertainty of it all.
And so I am here now, 5 months into life in Japan. I live in a Japanese share house, built against a backdrop of a bamboo grove. There are mountains nearby to take my breath away and there is a river that flows behind my window. In the hot summer mornings, the cicadas pierce the stillness with their mating calls and families of turtles meander down the river.
This home is bliss - in every sense of the word.
Being here, learning a new language and also getting accustomed to all the subtleties of how people communicate has been an amazing experience for me so far.
I have learned so much about myself in the last few months. It has softened my edges, allowing me to move through each day with more gentleness and humility.
And one of the best things about moving here is the people I have met so far. I am constantly amazed by these beautiful souls that have come across my path. We often speak about how so much of communication is non verbal. This is certainly true for me as I feel like no matter where each person comes from or what language we speak, we all have the ability to deeply connect with each other through the fact that we are all human.
So far, Japanese culture has taught me to appreciate the spaces in between, the silence, words unsaid. There is beauty in this if we allow everything to unfold with ease, without expectations.
With that, it's fair to say that I am standing open hearted, holding big big space for all that is yet to unfold.