Tell us about a journey — whether a physical trip you took, or an emotional one. This WordPress Daily Prompt landed in my inbox dated May 26 and I’ve been hanging on to it, waiting til I had the time to write a post.
The time has passed that I could write it as a daily prompt reply and I’m not having time, any time soon, to salivate over the topic. To sit and reflect. To let the words spill out on to the screen. My journey’s pace is not slowing for the sharing. Because telling you about a journey, my journey…well that’s THE story isn’t it?
The story of my life? So many lifetimes lived in this one.
The big kids are moving back in tomorrow and the preparation clean up has ended with four bags of clothes for goodwill; countless bags of trash; and the re-discovery of a gallery of ancestors. These generations that went before, and my own children under my roof, all add to the richness of this journey. It’s not just my story then.
Or, should I tell you about travels…
The first time I left our shores. Japan, alone, barely out of teens. Early years of an ill chosen marriage spent in the South Pacific, and Asia. A wonderful two weeks in America a few years back. A dreamlike two weeks in Italy more recently? The research I’m doing in the hope of some time in Ireland next year. Travels within Australia – roadtrips to look at farms for sale. Beach escapes near Byron and Kiama. Train to Geelong, lots of time in Melbourne.
My spiritual journey?
When the current work rush is done, and I’m on leave, I’ll explore all this more deeply. Slowly. Daughter’s medical appointments permitting of course 😉