Ready....

A wise woman once reminded me not to forget to take care of my deepest needs.

The trail is ready and beckoning. Brena is ready to carry me. Truck and trailer are ready, tack and equipment too. I am ready to set out with my mare and all the things that I need on a journey of exploration.

It's easy to become distracted. In the face of work, distracted by my needs. Isn't it strange in this modern world how it is our needs that become the distractions.

This season gnaws at my soul. Long hours of darkness weigh heavily, and yet a hint of more light awakens a desire to wander. Tramping the lanes is a spirit begging me to uproot , seek the hills rolling away to the horizon and wander with her waiting for the white hawthorn blossom. I'm unsettled, longing to break free from a life constrained by trains and buildings. She's the spirit that led soldiers to desert - think of Detering in All Quiet on the Western Front who runs away to see the cheery trees in blossom.

That's depressing. perhaps I should think of Svejk rather than Detering?

Ah, Svejk, how to survive a great mass of absurdity and stay sane. You could teach me a thing or two, good soldier, as I labour in a company in the midst of reorganisation.

A wise woman once reminded me not to forget to take care of my deepest needs. I shall not forget that advice, nor shall I neglect to apply it.