I hugged goodbye to Shawna and Leon. Tonight I am heading 'home'. But what is home when I feel homeless, emotionally that is? Home is where the heart is... Home sweet home... Wherever I lay my head that's my home... Home is friends, close friends, even if they are far away. On the Orcas Island ferry dock my mind drifts across the ocean to a very dear friend. How deep can friendships go? The strongest sense of understanding that not everything has to be understood or can be explained? Knowing that I might never know, acceptance. Wish upon a falling star, only dreaming. The logic of illogic. Futile reasoning. The mind, galaxies of thoughts, at light speed, too fast, slow down! Travelling, bound for home, somewhere out there, sometime.
Part 2
There I stand with my still empty trolley at Schiphol airport, waiting... The conveyer belt at the baggage claim comes to a stand-still. All my travelling possessions, including my outdoors home (tent) did not make the final Heathrow leg.
Part 3
Back 'home'. Just got a call from the airport. My baggage has arrived. I am glad it did. It contains some Pacific Northwest sea kayak collector items... Memories of home everywhere. It will be delivered at my doorstep tomorrow.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home, where my thought's escaping,
Home, where my music's playing,
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
- Paul Simon -
5 comments:
nice post. I always like coming home to my 4 walls myself. . .
Hey did you see I lost the map case in the carribian? Darn big dumping surf stole it!!
Axel! You have so many friends who all love you and want to give you a big hug. Smile, come back to Wales soon and let's go paddling and play in the sea. big hugs, Justine
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Axel,
Good post. It does seem like kayaking creates a big, (perhaps slightly disfunctional ;^) extended family. And home is wherever you happen to be...
Having very good friends scattered across the globe is both heartwarming and frustrating at the same time. It certainly makes it difficult to grab a pint or two at the local pub, but on the other hand, it's that much sweeter when you do cross paths!
Even in Dutch (my native language) I find it extremely difficult to put these kind of feelings of 'home' into words. But sure, I feel very very 'privileged' to be in a situation to experience these feelings and friendships. It 'messes up' my "logical reasoning" big time, but I am starting to get used to that.
My local pub? How "dysfunctional" when I have to inform you that this probably is "The Kings Arms" in Holyhead...
Thank you Greg and Justine for your kind words! \
Derrick, new map cases are sheduled for Christmas time... With a little luck this years' Christmas.
LOL! Yeah, we have to come up with a dysfunctional kayakers Christmas party! Of course Justine will have to just stay outside and stare in the window since she's the sane one. :)
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