She misses the Self she used to be
The one in her tower
The one who hid behind walls
The one who trusted in blocks of independence and solitude.
She misses the nostalgic landscapes of her inner world
The expansive fields
The idyllic hills
The vast oceans of unparalleled depth.
No one in sight.
She misses being so sure of what the Self was so sure of.
Where is she now?
Learning new ways of being.
Uncovering new ways of seeing.
Discovering new ways of building.
She is grieving the loss that comes with change, even as they bring her learning and growth.
She realises she is still the same.
The Self remains.