Perspectives

Another heart, at my feet when I get home to England.

A mark at point A, and a mark at point B. Another heart-shaped mark, connecting to a long line of others.

Point A exists, implicitly different from its counterpoint; B as it is, imbued with the fragrances of everything growing on the path towards it. The journey takes time, and in time things grow and flower. Many things are expressed, and poured out - water on seeds and saplings, life where there was none. It is a sacrificial journey and the seed of A dies to give life to B, bloom and bower.

Perpetually moving on.

A wonderful transformation from a nothing to a something; a great, precious, shiny treasure of a thing.

"Mi precioso."

This 'welcome home' heart reflects something not in the picture, and as much as I move from point A to point B, on return from this amazing Peruvian adventure I rest with one conclusion - B is not the end, but it is a beautiful resting point. There is more to come, but right here B glimmers with a poor, yet delightfully romantic, reflection of whatever that turns out to be.

I am so glad of this adventure, even though it has turned many things upside-down (how jesus of it). I went to Peru knowing nothing and come back bursting with thoughts and ideas. One thing's for sure - being on home turf (or tarmac) amongst familiar people and places is the best place to be, and I feel sure these are the best companions with whom to chart the next leg. That's home, and this is where perspective comes.


{Today's Soundtrack: The Cinematic Orchestra - To Build a Home}