ahhh... nothing like leaving home to awaken all the fond memories lying dormant in your brain...
today i missed my home.. correction.. homes.
took a little bus ride tour up to the hippie enclave of nimbin town, in new south wales australia. had a lovely bus driver who spoke at length of all the things so near-and-dear to my heart.. save the planet, dance as much as humanly possible, toss the finger in the general direction of multi-national-corporations, etc, etc...
and i thought of home...
of warm sunday mornings hopping around in the puna sunshine at ecstatic dance..
of waterfalls and orange trees right outside my door..
of lovely people and friends who make up my past and future existence...
...ahhh, how i miss them..
thought of walks thru the forest and the marsh, eating too much sushi and sake with a group of smiling faces...
of long, grueling yoga classes - emerging joyous and spent after 2 hours of dripping profusely into my little purple mat...
..of so many things and more...more..more...
...i guess the great thing about leaving home is the knowing that it shall await you same as before.. when you may return awakened, invigorated.. a better version than when you left.. and you may begin again...
