…to go forwards
I just felt so homesick for somewhere I haven’t been for a year, and previously to that, not for 27 years. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the river moving and it moved me, my spiritual home where I found myself, where I had time to be myself.
But the photo was taken looking backwards, the path now gone, and I’m in danger of becoming maudlin when instead I need to think ahead.
Next steps and possibilities, testing out the waters, coming up 55, do I still have the adventurous spirit in me? Imagination is a peculiar thing, coming to my rescue, and my downfalls, but always leaving something to ponder, yeast to work its magic, salt for unexpected flavour.
Do things for others, use your creativity outside work if it can no longer be used for work, use what you enjoy for what you would like to happen. Experience can be used for payback time – or should that be for start playing back time?