I've often wondered what I'd do in the exile's place. Cling to my own kind, shop my own kind, avoid learning the native voice and culture?
I'm reminded by the world this must be the first choice of human nature, why else the American enclaves, Little Italys, Chinatowns? I'd like to think I'd seek out and thrive in the real world rather than live in a weird limbo in an artificial one. All that I am is within me and can't be taken, all that I could be is without, there for the exploring and assimilating. In many ways I've been an exile most of my life.
"Seeking to forget makes exile all the longer; the secret of redemption lies in remembrance." ~ Richard von Weizsaecker 1920-
Tarot opened previously closed doors to my own heart with it's merciless quest for the truth, nothing but the truth. They flay the soul and make me say thank you afterward. Each hour spent with my cards is a new lesson to be learned. Viva la Journey.
If I'm missing never fear, I'm next door working on my project