It’s been six full-on days of clearing and dumping and packing.  I can’t believe we arrived 11 years ago with just two guitars, a bag of CDs and the clothes on our backs.  It’s amazing how much stuff a one-bedroom flat can hold.  Now i just want to travel light.

2018 has been an incredible year of highs and lows.  I’ve enjoyed so much the gigs we’ve done.  I didn’t enjoy so much having pneumonia and dealing with Australian immigration.  But after all that, we’ll be on a plane in a few weeks’ time with no idea what’s coming next. It makes me think once more of my all-time favourite poem (see below).

Wishing you all a very happy new year.

xx

“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.” (C. Joybell C.)