The second journey.
The waves relentlessly pour inwards as I gaze longingly across the ocean. This is day three and the grief that I have been feeling is beginning to subside like the tide. My heart is wide open to the beginning of my journey, a strong indicator of correct action, yet the natural assumption of an open... Continue Reading →
Internally, I asked for nostalgia, I asked to experientially replay life on four wheels, the product of living in a van. I got it. The last chapter of The Home Within saw me wandering around Northern New South Wales in quiet boredom and despair as I waited for transmission repairs on my van in Lismore.... Continue Reading →
BANG. The van lost power amidst the screaming fury of the four-lane southbound highway through Brisbane. My eyes darted back and forth between dash cluster and mirrors. There was no power. My finger found the hazard light button and with momentum washing away, I sought the uncomfortable safety of the concrete shoulder. My own shoulders... Continue Reading →
