I just now remembered that this blog is. It is a story, a tracker, a processor, a rememberer, an message, a connector, and a lot of other this. Right now, figured when I have unlimited time and internet access, pictures do not want to download but words I can do.
A lot has ah appended since the last post but wht is not jotted down here is not, still happened, but is not part of this..l maybe one day, maybe not.
Anyway... Welcome back to the blog and certain parts of my story. While there is an ending to the next 6 months I am not sure what to call it. There is always an ending. Everything is temporary, though some are more re temporary than others. I like this exploring, living, being real, struggling, tasting life, and trusting. There are things to do, some of which I am excited about and some that I am less excited about, but that is ok. I am ok! And happy to be able to say that.
Here are some words I wrote earlier today.
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I am currently in buckfastleigh, a little town just outside of totnes, staying with Jane. Her room smells of sweet fire smoke from her buckskin and dehydrated wild mushrooms.
I have a hot war bottle against me to warm me. It is not cold cold but my bones are cold. Last night I slept on a full length sheep pelt. It was amazing, so cozy and warm and made it feel like I was floating.
The night before I slept on a boat in Bristol we cara and the night before that I slept on the floor of a studio home win forest row. Where I wake up and how I fall asleep is pretty important to me. It shapes my days and makes things hard and or fills me with joy.
I am so glad I am doing what I am doing but already I was so grateful for a bed, a place that I could relax without needing to keep half an eye on my bag and fiddle, and somewhere where I could do laundry.
I had neat interactions yesterday. I spent what felt like a good amount of time along the side of the road wi my thumb out. Although I did get cold and hungry and the sun was setting pretty quickly I found myself laughing to myself and singing my heart out.
..careful what up wish for, cause you just might get it all... Feels very applicable to this chapter in my life. I heard that song at the airport as I was sitting at the gate and letting the tears clean my cheeks.
Right now I am in a little English kitchen with just what it needs and an odd mix of canned soup and foraged dehydrated crab apples soaking in elderberry juice. Hm! On the other side of the wall I can hear Jane and her 2 band mated making music. They are recording a melody of Celtic and klezmer music. It is really nice!
Already I can feel my way of thinking changing. Tomorrow for instance I may wander around morten hampsted until the Irish session where I can he fully catch a ride to embercombe or I may busk rand totnes and get myself to embercombe from there. Time will tell and I am ok with leaving that up in the air, even though I do like plans. There is a billboard all over London and Bristol that says, 'life is better when up have a plan,' I am not sure what is for exactly, but it keeps catching my eyes.
I just had a lovely bowl of rice we leeks, and some sort of simple, salty, and delicious paste mixed in. It hit e spot and filled an open space in my stomach. This morning I had porridge with carob in it.
This is a funny spot...my head, my heart, my body, this space, this blog.
I think part of why I feel so very uprooted is I haven't had more than an hour kitchen time, where is was making something, in over a week. Borrow re leaving grandad's i made some carrot and potato soup. Already I have entered and left the world of England where builders tea is what everyone drinks. The first non English breakfast tea I had was at the studio home where James and I stayed. I had surprise tea which turned out to be the same exact type of tea I had when I was at balcombe making tea next to James in my last morning there. Cycles...! This world...!
The woman next to me when I was busking was a good reminder of how good people can be. That put me in good spirits and those good spirits brought more care and love from strangers into my life.
There is always something going on. Can choose to participate or not, that is my call and more than anything I am responsible for caring for myself. It feels good.
I will say, kind of as a disclaimer that with the iPad I am currently using for all computer things in my life is not allowing me to retread what I wrote above so all I can do is hope that there are not too many typos or confusing sections of words... Either way it feels good to be writing on this blog again. I want to remember.
