Follow up to "The Journey is Home", continuing on the path of transition, old patterns emerge and the journey is not as straight forward as one thought it would be.
It's been about a year since I left.
I've travelled back and forth, seen new places and met new people.
I even found a place to call my own.
At the end of each journey, there were no answers to be found. Only an experience gained.
Now, it's time to make a still journey. One that doesn't involve new coordinates, but inner landscapes.
Because I could travel the whole word, and still ask myself "And now? What's next?". And never truly be satisfied with where I stand on a present moment.
Am I still asleep?