Monica Pohlmann’s poem below immediately touched me. She shared it last summer at an Art of Hosting training near Calgary, Alberta. Monica describes very well the experience of moving to a new world view. More of her work is on her website.
I have already moved to another country.
Already think in a new language.
Borders crossed and boundaries now much expanded.
I have caught a glimpse of how big life is
and how much bigger I could be.
Capacity threshold so much larger than I realized.
How to translate this to the motherland?
I loved there authentically.
But I think in a new tongue now
and must claim on this new land the life that is truly mine.