many moments have passed since I have traveled within these pages. I owe so much of the story I have now to the time I spent here exploring possibility and then, the inevitable unraveling of myself and everything that followed.
I wonder now if I could step back in? could I arrive here again after all this time and continue a journey from such a vastly different place, from such a vastly different self?
looking back, I can see the hard choices I made to be where we stand now. Great sacrifices have been made, that have not gone without notice. Ones have had to let go, when it was not what they were wanting, ones have had to go without the stories for us to move forward on the unknowable path we needed to take. We have travelled the nomadic experience, we have slept in wild places, woken beside oceans, played in sacred rainforests, spent more on barefooted adventures than in a classroom. There has been no school. There has been no indoctrination of an old story. And the children that were so little when we began our adventurous life are not so little anymore. And I wonder what will become of this wild experiment we have been on, where children have been given their lives to call their own? i wonder now how the story will play out?
maybe there is a space here.. beckoning to be rekindled.
maybe there is still something to be found amongst the raw tales and musings of life and wonder .. maybe the story isn’t complete.. maybe there’s more to tell.
St GEORGIA & Boo 