I left and returned as two different people. And it feels weird to be back. It feels weird to be thrown back into a mold of a life I created blindly and not for my pleasure. And now I have to live in it, and dance in it and smile in it. And the thing is, I don't fit my mold. For some reason, my heart aches. Maybe for the people I met while away, maybe for the person within myself that I left. Maybe for the life I'm about to go live now. Maybe it was for all of this and more. I can tell you one thing, though. I don't really know what is about to happen to me, and who is about to touch me. But I know I'm ready for what I wasn't before this trip. I'm ready for love, I'm ready for friendship. I'm staring at life with big, bright sixteen year old eyes and saying "Bring it on."

It's powerful. We are powerful. You, you are the most powerful person to have walked across this breathing earth. Power is between our ribs and in our toes.

Each of us has a place, a spot where our soul opens up, our heart literally cracking through our chest. Just opening, letting the light in. Some find this place in a lover, a friend, a person, a child. Others, in a musical instrument, a belief in God. Many find it in a paintbrush, or a pencil. But me, I found it in a convergence of latitude and longitude . And since I was eight, for a week each year, I come and came to this place and more and more, over the expansion of time, my heart opens as my mind clouds. I can't really tell what it is about the place, however. It could be the little shops, filled with delicately hand made jewelry, and fudge and works of art. Or maybe its the sunset, in all its glory shining across the water. Or it could possibly be the roads, practically touching the store fronts and cottages. But maybe it's the food, the abundance of delicate, delicious food. But I really don't know, and I'm confident I will never quite understand my absolute and unconditional love for this beautiful place. But thats the beauty in beautiful. We will all never quite know why this person, thing, place, continually cracks open our hearts more and more and even more than it did before. But this place is my other half, the missing part of my soul that fulfills me to this outstanding, incredible amount. Because within all its faults and downfalls and imperfections it is absolutely perfect. It kind of pains me though, that my other half is not a person, and that I have to break this expectation of finding a person, I feel like this for, because, really thats all I've ever wanted. But maybe, the plan is for a person to feel like this about me. I could be some persons other half, or "soulmate". But, I can never find a person I personally love this greatly, because I've found it, that thing, that just does it for me. And it's so sad and great at the same time, because within all my soul's returns to this earth, I truly, truly believe that each time- I have found this place. Within all my different names, and personalities and looks and sexuality's and every other human limitation, I have found my home, my connection to the being of human in this place. And I believe that so does every person, so does every soul have this same experience, this same finding of the part thats missing and its never changing, as your soul, through all its leaps and bounds- never changes. This, to me, this single belief and theory, makes more sense to me than any other belief system and religion and theory of life to ever have been shown to me. This, to me, is the destiny- the "life" of soul.