The Best Time to Find Yourself is When You Are Lost
One day you wake up from the reverie and madness of your life and realize that, somewhere along the way, you lost huge parts of yourself. You look at your reflection in the mirror. You hear yourself in conversations with those around you. You go over messages and emails you sent over time, and you struggle to recognize that person from the core that you are. Mentally, you give yourself a look over; you touch your cheeks, a touch on the neck, shoulders, tap your chest and tummy just to see if you are all there. How did things get here? How did I get here? Sounds familiar? Well, this was me coming into the Moyo Tulivu Silent weekend retreat. I was both recognising and not recognising whole parts of myself as I wove into every day. Some of these internal knots and ties paralysed me, while others swept me away. Both were oddly uncomfortable because I did not feel like I was in the driver seat of my own life. The much-needed noble silence offered a great pause—an invita...