Once upon a time, a tour bus stopped like this ... in Rome.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
I do believe I have finished with the 3 beautiful things posts. It pulled me out of the dark place and allowed me to celebrate some of the beautiful things but it's not really my style ...
Well, there was that and the fact that today was another dark day. But really, dark and grey and wintery. I had to go out in it, twice, so far.
But I fly tomorrow. I love leaving. Always, since I was a small child.
These days it goes like this. The night before, if not sooner, I wonder whatinthehellIamdoing and have some anxiety about all that could go wrong.
The night before, I sleep badly and, these days, the Belgian bloke mocks me a little.
But then I get on the airport bus and voila, some alchemy occurs and I relax.
I reach the airport boarding lounge and enter that state of ohwellIhopeIreachmydestination.Nothingtobedonenow.
I hate leaving, I love leaving. Always. Even on my trike as that very small child. Fearful and yet needing to go.
Jack and Kay have sent photographs of my destination ... that small village somewhere in Italy. I do believe I may post one or two photographs. I'm hoping to photograph at least one good sunset and a sunrise. I'm hoping for fresh air and good espresso. I'm hoping to write and take a few hundred good photographs. I'm hoping to walk far and often. And that I come home so much healthier than I left.
Just all that.
I'm listening to Josh Garrels ... because I've just found him and I love his music, so much!