For the past two months, I have been far from home. I am living in a strange land with strangers. I am living in a place far from any familiar things or people, places or experiences. Before coming here, I have gone through the pain of separation from all the things I’d known, loved and taken for granted. But all that was nothing compared to the pain I felt coming here and knowing nothing and no one.
I ask myself why. Why should I be so far from what I know and love? Why should I be so far from home? I am stripped. I am stripped of all that I know and love. I am stripped of all that gives me confidence – all that I know and see is new to me. I am like a babe – naked, untried and unknowing. I am to listen and not to speak, to learn and not to teach, to know and not to be known. I am in need and not needed.
I am to be stripped for discovery. I am to be undressed so that I can be redressed in the clothes of new knowledge. Knowledge that is the fruit of self discovery. Knowledge that births a metamorphosis. I am to discover afresh from a place of uncertainty. This is what I am here for. And I will not fail.