I’ve been lucky enough to hold in myhand a beautiful ancient mask in six puzzle like pieces held together with bits of string. Saturday I felt like that mask, only it’s my soul being held together with bits of string. Sometimes I wonder how long it will go on and then I see something that makes me smile when I’m walking home from work and suddenly i’m all the puzzle pieces melted back together.
I had one of those melting back together experiences sat on the train coming home on Saturday. Listening to her rythmical sounds, like a cow chewing her cud, watching the coast fall behind me. The cravasses in the coastline, a man sitting on a bench right on the edge of the cliffs. It reminded me of all the wonderful things I will get to experience on my walk, all the benches in remote places I will get to sit on and once again I think how lucky I am.