2.00am in the morning, jet lag has pulled my eyelids open, coffee is calling my name over and over again, my body is slow to the uptake of movement my mind is aiming for, and my intellect has taken a back seat at the movie cinema of the show called “My Life”. I’ve just landed in my hometown - Newcastle, Australia and here I find myself with the computer turned on.
I have been of the understanding that life gets easier as you get older, and so diving in head first to the experience of it was only natural. I have come to understand that the reality depends upon the height you choose to dive from and whether the tide is in or out.
Through our emotions we create memories and memories are our experience of a time and event. As we age gracefully our memories give us something to compare with, expect or even a yearning to recreate something that was in the past. The memories I have from my hometown are subtle, the doorways of change are open and warm summer sea salt breeze is present.
The public transport of my consciousness is running on time, so I put out my arm and hail down the bus, the bus pulls to a stop at the street corner of my heart, I take a deep breath and step inside, the intuition driver tells me to take a seat, there’s lots to see…and so it begins, the ride to my innermost memories.
The streets remain the same however the traffic has increased; the volume has been turned up on what was the gentle hum of the city, and the graffiti art is colourful on my inside walls, so I can sit back and admire the noise in the colour, and the birds serenading the sunrise as I journey back down memory lane and cherish the experiences that have driven me to this very moment in time.
*NB: The feelings of landing back home...Enjoy xxx