Discovering My Heritage

I am currently having one of those bucket list trips, you know the ones, those trips where there are so many beautiful incredible moments, that you know not only has your heart been forever changed, but your life becomes more, bigger some how.

Only one week into a 4 week trip, and as I sit here in this rare quiet moment, and look out the window at St Elmo Bay in Valletta Malta, the sun is setting, and the universe once again reminds me of all its beauty, with hues of orange and pink across the sky. I feel so very blessed to be able to experience this adventure. Having so far visited Rome, Polignano a mare, Alberobello, the Amalfi Coast including Sorrento and Positano and now Malta.

Something has sparked another little light in me these past 2 days. It’s taken me forever, but I’ve finally made it to the country of my heritage. My dad is Maltese and he left Malta in 1953 at the age of 8 and due to varying circumstances has never been able to return. I don’t think I really ever understood my heritage, until now. I’ve learnt so much about Malta in these few days, especially around their part in the 1st and 2nd world war and the almost total destruction of this tiny country and how it had to be totally rebuilt. It is steeped in history. A proud country with so much to offer.

My grandparents were living here at the time of the war and my grandfather fought in the war, but I really did not comprehend the impact of what they lived through. My dad and his seven siblings as children were born as the war ended and within a few years they migrated to Australia.

I feel like this place has enveloped me in a big warm hug. The type of hug you get from someone who has missed you. The type of hug that holds a longing, with feelings and a slow burning yearning. The type of hug I never knew was even missing. Australia is my home but Malta, this magical little country now holds a piece of my heart.

I am half Maltese and I don’t think I really appreciated that the way I should have. I have Mediterranean blood running through my veins. I have descendants born in a country that holds such a highly valued place in history. An exotic and eclectic place, saturated in a diverse culture. And I have finally made it here, and a few little pieces of me have slipped into place, there all along, but just needed to be found. A tree who has just discovered deep down, she has even more beautiful roots.

To my dad, I’m proud of my heritage.

Published by Michelle

After a long marriage, 2 children (now grown), a separation and embarking on a brand new life, I have realised life is always a journey. I have made mistakes, I have hurt and been hurt, I have loved and I have lost and at times I completely lost myself and forgot the Queen that I am. As women we are the nurturer, the caregiver but sometimes we underestimate the Goddess within us and my journey has made me realise that when our crown is crooked, we need to adjust it ourselves and remember the Queens that we are! This will be a blog about what I have learnt, what I am continuing to learn and how we can help each other. I will talk about all things love and life and at times this will be controversial but life and love is never black and white but varying shades of grey. We live in a judgemental society and so many of us live our lives according to the expectations of others, rather than doing or being what truly makes us happy. I hope you join me on my journey and on my quest to find that Inner Goddess and we can learn from each other and we can discuss the judgements and societal expectations that hold so many of us back. It's time to seek our inner happiness!!

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