Bags are Packed – Part 1
Brogue – On the Road – Verses Inked
Last night I booked myself on the cheapest one way flight to finding myself, yet again. I’m a week away from taking off and my stomach is simmering.
I fondly rerun the balmy evenings post a hard day’s labor, spent at the same hole-in-the-wall, the same ceramic cups filled with watery black coffee. It was our conversations in the glow of the setting sun that made each cup that much more sweet. You said you could read my mind, from my caffeine cravings to my need to wander. You encouraged me to make music, seek answers, travel far and wide in search of what always lay within. That my hostile environment was a projection of my inner insecurities. That the world was safe and beautiful for those who had the eyes for it.
I haven’t travelled without a plan in six years now and caution is a baggage age has conveniently dumped on me. You were all of fifty when you set out to conquer uncharted territories in a language which could never be your own. I’ll create my own words, my own rhythm, with the love you taught me, the faith you invested in me and the music you nurtured my pride with.
I’m off to the wilderness, the solitary seas, the unmanned mountain. I’m beginning to get there, in becoming a better person, finding peace within, discovering my purpose. Like you always said, “If you can’t do it your way then chalo Pakistan.”
First stop en route Neverland- Delhi!
Infinitely soul sister,
Artist: Szakter Judit, Hungary
Painting- Wallboard sheet, acrylic