On the Road...

1. Travel Onward, 2. sky blue, 3. jelly jars, 4. l_26db85818e854ae94ef276bb09ccd248.jpg
Store wishes and truths, in jars between the coffee and jams, for those worst of days...

For a class in college recently I had to pinpoint my values, to live and work by, they boil down to these; truth, beauty, freedom and love. Far too bohemian (and yes clichéd) to be practical... and so I may add comfort; I don’t need riches just enough to put food on the table and heat in the rooms, there’s far too much more to happiness. But recently I’ve just been so restless, like a bird in a pretty cadge... Someday I’ll just get in the car and go, drive far away from here, drive ‘til I run out of land; the trunk full of books, knits and chiffon, poets and blankets in the back seats and long gone musicians on the radio, I’ll eat jam from the jars and stop somewhere off the map for tea, I’ll open the windows and catch sunlight in my hair and lie on the bonnet and count all the stars, and then when I can smell salt on the breeze and sand blows on to the road, I’ll know I’m there... Do you want to come with?

I’ve spent today rugged up in the warm, with tea, a stack of papers and silken thread. Today I love laughter and promises and loathe goodbyes and that sickening feeling of uncertainty... I love warm baths and rosy apples, I love poetry and lyrics; all words and rhythm and, as ever, I hate meanness. Today the woman I want to be is beautiful, inside and out, she knows who to trust and it’s oh so easy, she flies kites on the wind and never wastes daylight, she sleeps sound and she’s more than strong enough...