14th February
Hi Tribe, into the void we go.
I'm sitting at the departure lounge, Gate 75 Brisbane and I'm out of credit until i refill my IPad in Italy, so I'm not sure when this entry will be posted. So the story so far: Basically I'm following my inner sense with the decisions that I have made over the past year or so. The message loud and clear "free myself up without distraction" and allow myself to be guided. Don't worry these choices made on faith have their regular visitations of self doubt. At times it feels like a free fall as I let go of the stories and attachments of my old world while waiting for my new world to reveal itself before I hit the ground. The clues and coincidences are starting to add up and the first rays of reaffirming my decisions are visible. This Journey has revealed itself to have many facets, from visiting people and places around the world that i have been strongly drawn to, with a view to developing a clear picture of how I want to create my own "Home Ground" and where that Home will reveal itself to be, to pursue Permaculture experience where ever possible to aid in the creating of that home in a sustainable way working with Mother Nature and not against her, and to be open to possibilities of Co Creation between Scoco Sacred Jewels and other Peoples that are telling there story through their Art. This trinity of intensions all share the same Spiritual foundation and I believe that when we share our story with each other we gain strength and a remembering of who we are. One way or another we are all walking the road together. For me this journey is one of remembering who I am and the timing is now.
15th Feb 5.00am Delirious at Dubai Airport, numb bum, no sleep and to many movies in one sitting, not to mention my spoon is standing upright in my coffee. Still can't get my head around the fact that I'm on my way to Italy, hasn't even begun to sink in as yet. Anyone that knows me is aware of my "Italian" ummm is infatuation to strong a word, well anyhow I think my connections to this part of the world go back well before Varlis Provoto shook my world in 1st Grade. Anyway I'm flying from here to Venice and then on to Palermo to do 1 months Permaculture woofing at Villa Francesca just above Termini Imersi on the eastern cost of Sicily. I know I have a habit of rambling on at times but until I get the hang of this blogging thing I'll be sharing my own journaling instead of doubling up. Cheers.
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