reunions.

I don’t think I will ever get used to to the idea of rediscovering the different parts of me in the people, who suddenly reappear in my life decades long after they have disappeared from it. Often times, it’s the people we least expect that turn into the people we sometimes wish we knew better, the first time they entered our lives. I am a firm believer that there are no coincidences in life, and that the things we need to happen, happen only when we are ready for them to be, when we are expectant for them to be.

I have lost count of the many people who have come in and out of my life in the worst possible way, only be restored back into it in the best kind of way. I find that as much as we look for and aspire to closure in many of our failed relationships, the absence of it, sometimes reminds me, that our perceptions of what could be and may be are directly impacted by how much we continue to hold people towards the ideas and expectations that borders dishonesty.

Absence truly does make the heart fonder, and a trip to London in May rekindled me into a season of reunions I did not expect, something that somehow found me exploring in greater depth in the spaces I returned to. London - in spite of never living there, felt like an old shawl I forgot exists. From the conversations, to the people and spaces in between, I found myself reconnecting through to different parts of me that perhaps lived more on a spectrum than I had anticipated.

In every conversation that passes, I am reminded that we are all sojourners on this journey called life, and that the greatest joy and privilege is to do so together, with like-minded individuals a heart to push one’s self beyond an understanding of common identity. While we strive for our individual spaces, I find that belonging finds us when we understand the intersectionality between that and the honesty of where we have come from. There is an idealized comfort that comes in a familiar space and faces, more so than perhaps we want to admit, and in many ways, we find our individual homes through the people we let back into our lives. That there is a season and purpose for everything under the sun, and the people who matter, always find themselves back into focus.