And damn baby we're done! That's 137 days out of the way and added to the pile of life. What a wild journey. I took my sweet time walking over 2.6 million steps. I swept past nine countries and nineteen cites maxing out my 90 day visa in the schengen zone. I marched through the cities of northern Europe only to meditate in the mountains of the South. We had thunderstorms in Cypress that quenched my soul and dogs that chased me down the road in Italy. I partied hard in Barcelona and swept into my cosmic resonance in Cornwall. I don’t think I should say Europe changed me, I think it’s more appropriate to say that I changed in Europe. Yes, the passions of the people of Spain fueled my fire, while the warmth of the Portuguese blushed my skin with tenderness, I thank everyone who’s paths we crossed once and surely many we will cross again. But I also have to recognise my own soul, because recognising my own soul is indeed what's happened here. I had a rule if a walk was under 2 hours I did it and while my butt has never looked so good the real benefactor was my own mind, because in these hundreds of hours of non-stop movement I have found the faint outlines of where I can find my own inner-sanctum. Through manic, feverish pacing on this foreign land I ended up finding the beats and rhythms of my own psyche, what I think and how I think. I learned how my brain pulses with its ugly habits and its own beautiful mosaics. With this rough layout of myself in hand I have something I haven’t felt for a long time, presence. True presence, belly breathing, focus relaxing, mind easing presence, and honey I can’t wait to return to extend that state of mind to the land I know to be my home,
the place from down under,
Australia.
Cya soon cuties x
Leach Pottery Studio
St Ives 2024
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