Today, I had an intense question about my upcoming art project backpacking journey that started as a dream in 2008. A handful of foreign bills and coins (even pre Euros era) in an old box saved up since I was a child saved from my own travels and from my father's easter egg hunt surprises just showed up in my life again today. It eventually served as a strange premonition for something that manifested 15 minutes right after. A crazy glitch in the fabric of time!
My sister, a vagabond travel writer who has gone around Europe and South East Asia left me two books before she left for an escape to Beijing last month that I feel I need to start reading soon:
1. A Journey of One's Own (Second Edition): Uncommon Advice for the Independent Woman Traveler
This book is actually a gift from me to her for Christmas last year.
I wish I had her sense of adventure. What's keeping me? Lots of plans and ideas - so many kites up in the air.
A dream that has been brewing for 2 years is now about to spill over. Perhaps to jump off a waterfall, flow downstream through the river or perhaps just evaporate completely to be transformed into another kind of journey.
But first, what is a journey? I continue to reflect on this question.