Just As A River Finds It’s Way To The Sea…

I’ll follow the road that leads back to me.

Tomorrow morning we start the long trek to a place I’ve not been for thirteen years.  I would call it home, but that would be a lie, as I don’t feel I am anything but a citizen of the world.   As a kid my family lived like gypsies and I’ve packed and unpacked so many times in my life, I now consider myself an expert in the art of pulling up stakes.  But no matter where we were temporarily housed, we always found our way back to the Annapolis  Valley in the heat and steam of summer.  Every ideal of  natural beauty that moves my soul is there.  That small spot on the map of Canada contains the residue of my childhood daydreams, my teenage angst and  is the source of a wanderlust that never abates no matter how old I get.  What’s over the hill?  What’s at the end of that road?  How many miles until I reach that one place that will quell the burn in my heels so that I can find some permanent place to rest my bones?     There have been periods of stability in my adult life, but alas I’ve  never managed to set down roots in any one particular place for good. I used to think I moved myself down each next winding road, but now I see that life took me by the hand and led me there through circumstances and my relationships with other people. I’m grateful I didn’t resist the call, because it’s  made me a better human being and writer.  It’s highly likely, if I am blessed enough to grow very  old and very cranky, that the final beat of my heart will occur in a country other than the one of my birth.  It’s simply been my destiny to get up, dust off my ass and explore somewhere I’ve never hung my hat.  It is in this spirit perptual motion and distant horizon gazing that  I bid you farewell  for two weeks.  I’m taking to the road, travelling light as always, and returning to retrieve some of the dreams and visions I forgot to pack way back when.  Be well fellow scribes, keep writing your fingers to the bone, get some sun, sing a lot, dance even more than you sing, be good to each other and always send out the good vibes to other toilers of the word.  Okay, reach into the barrel and take out as many hugs as you want or need and when I come back I will have some outstanding photos to show you and tales to tell.  Hehe, you didn’t think I was going to sit on the beach and NOT write did ya?  ;)   Of course you didn’t!