travelling

I t sometimes feels as if all my life has been a journey, as if I never really put down roots anywhere. I have been a seeker of truth in an untruthful world, a lover of things spiritual in a materialistic world. I have been one beat behind the rhythm of the world as it has progressed through the last half century.

I approach this new land and adventure with hope. My heart whispers "what if?" meaning "what if this time the dream is real, and you meet people with like minds and values, who know that the meaning of life is not to be found in the high streets and in the media but in the individual mind?"

So I pack for my latest journey with care. I take fabric and thread because I am a needlewoman and cannot think without a needle in my hand. I take a journal and a comfortable pen with which to write. I take some music because music feeds my soul - a mixture of different pieces that have sustained me through the years. I take a small book of photographs to remind me of my children and my late husband and my new husband to be. These things will nurture me in the Land of Gypsies.

I am content to go and leave the world I know behind for a short while in the hope that this new world mightl fill the void at the centre of my being.