A lush dead zone In the heart of the Yucatan

Tonight made me realize how much I miss you.

And it’s only been a few hours.

I attended the symphony and was present, yet also dove into the depths of myself.

The usual discovery method I use. A magic carpet ride through my psyche.

When I came up for air, I hoped to share with you what it is I came upon.

The realizations or ah-has that I’d typically share with you during our morning talk or evening recap of the day.

You’re so present there with me, listening and also asking me the questions to help me go deeper.

To fully process what happened that day or in a particular moment.

That soul connection is something I’ve missed for so long.

We meander through topics together in a way that feels like an expedition of the soul.

There’s give and take, silence and laughter.

We prompt each other with thoughtful questions and offer insights when it feels right.

It all feels so natural, so effortless.

I feel seen and heard and understood, even when I’m explaining why I do this or that.

That’s all I needed to get off my chest.

I pretended in the last 36 hours that I’d do okay with you gone for 10 days.

And I think I will do okay. But it hit me, with your last text as you arrived at the airport, that my fellow life traveler will be beyond my reach. A lush dead zone in the heart of the Yucatan.

You won’t be there to help me process the events of the day.

So instead I’ll write. The craft and medium I’ve neglected for too long.

I’m grateful for this, even if it’s going to feel a bit tough.