A ROAD TO ANYWHERE
There
is something in me that needs the road. It doesn't matter where that
road is leading. It is simply the great affair of moving, of going
somewhere, anywhere.
Sure I've flown heaps...and I've sailed long distances, caught numerous trains and buses in various countries, I have even walked for days on end. But nothing satisfies me as time on the road does.
For a long time I used to try to explain this love of moving on or travelling to others, as if I had to explain it, as if it needed understanding. But in the end I realised that it is simply just a part of who I am and it matters not who understands this. Some people are naturally settled into one place, some people are naturally nomadic.
One of the best things for a nomad, who obviously doesn't fit into the general lifestyle of Western society, is meeting other nomads. There is an instant unspoken understanding. We see the world as our home, not one town. There is nothing wrong with either.
For me it is a love of meeting people and discovering new places that pulls me forward to the next destination, a love of experiencing as much of life as possible. Often the destination has been unknown. I have left a town, either putting belongings in storage or giving away everything I owned, and headed off.
It can be exciting, dangerous, lonely, challenging and wonderful all at the same time, mostly though it simply feels right. I feel alive when I am driving on and on, not knowing where I will end up living next. Moving on ensures that you truly know yourself. There is no escaping yourself on the road.
I have learnt what works for me and what doesn't when choosing towns to live in and I naturally find these places when the time is right. I enjoy the challenge of extending my faith and allowing the creativity of the universe to reveal what lies ahead.
I think when pursuing any dreams, our job is to get connected to the feeling of what we want and then let go. It is a balance of getting clear with your intentions, yet not holding so tightly that you try to control the outcome. Always I find that God knows what is best for me. I end up with something different than I had anticipated yet always a better situation or outcome for me. Things come in ways I could never have imagined.
My longing to return to true country life has been answered, complete with a beautiful waterhole. So again, the road pulls me onwards. The word 'settling' seems to come to mind more these days and I wonder if I am moving into such a changing chapter.
Thankfully due to my music career, my love of the road will remain satisfied either way. I travel many long roads to festivals sharing my tunes and hearing others share theirs. The road is always freedom to me whether it is moving on or going to a fixed location.
Destination unknown may not be the case this time. But it feels just as great.
With a smile on her face, this woman will be hitting the road soon and driving for hours.
With a smile on her face, this woman will be watching the sunrise.
And as a new day dawns she will thank the road yet again, for special times shared.
Sure I've flown heaps...and I've sailed long distances, caught numerous trains and buses in various countries, I have even walked for days on end. But nothing satisfies me as time on the road does.
For a long time I used to try to explain this love of moving on or travelling to others, as if I had to explain it, as if it needed understanding. But in the end I realised that it is simply just a part of who I am and it matters not who understands this. Some people are naturally settled into one place, some people are naturally nomadic.
One of the best things for a nomad, who obviously doesn't fit into the general lifestyle of Western society, is meeting other nomads. There is an instant unspoken understanding. We see the world as our home, not one town. There is nothing wrong with either.
For me it is a love of meeting people and discovering new places that pulls me forward to the next destination, a love of experiencing as much of life as possible. Often the destination has been unknown. I have left a town, either putting belongings in storage or giving away everything I owned, and headed off.
It can be exciting, dangerous, lonely, challenging and wonderful all at the same time, mostly though it simply feels right. I feel alive when I am driving on and on, not knowing where I will end up living next. Moving on ensures that you truly know yourself. There is no escaping yourself on the road.
I have learnt what works for me and what doesn't when choosing towns to live in and I naturally find these places when the time is right. I enjoy the challenge of extending my faith and allowing the creativity of the universe to reveal what lies ahead.
I think when pursuing any dreams, our job is to get connected to the feeling of what we want and then let go. It is a balance of getting clear with your intentions, yet not holding so tightly that you try to control the outcome. Always I find that God knows what is best for me. I end up with something different than I had anticipated yet always a better situation or outcome for me. Things come in ways I could never have imagined.
My longing to return to true country life has been answered, complete with a beautiful waterhole. So again, the road pulls me onwards. The word 'settling' seems to come to mind more these days and I wonder if I am moving into such a changing chapter.
Thankfully due to my music career, my love of the road will remain satisfied either way. I travel many long roads to festivals sharing my tunes and hearing others share theirs. The road is always freedom to me whether it is moving on or going to a fixed location.
Destination unknown may not be the case this time. But it feels just as great.
With a smile on her face, this woman will be hitting the road soon and driving for hours.
With a smile on her face, this woman will be watching the sunrise.
And as a new day dawns she will thank the road yet again, for special times shared.
