I have spent the morning packing and unpacking, discarding, then changing my mind; then changing my mind again. Do I really need the cockroach and bed bug spray? Athletes foot powder? Hair shampoo? Spare pair of gloves in case I lose the pair I’m taking? Can I do without the trainers, I have walking boots and walking sandals. How many plug adapters do I need? Surely Monty didn’t have these sort of logistics when organising the eighth army? Never has “what shall I wear” been so heartfelt.
I must take the pebbles and shells from our local beach to place along the way, and his photo and the poem………..
This morning I have walked up to his grave which is on the hillside above our cottage……..
Now I am all prepared to set forth…… searching for spiritual well being, wondering what this journey will bring; but all the time knowing that I will start each day with hope. I cling to hope……..