My dad taught me something like the above quote from Osho: Dad was an orchid fanatic, and he used to drag us around the Adelaide Hills and say, “The only thing you should leave in the bush is footprints, and the only think you should take out is photographs.” Dad would like Osho if he knew that he has this to say about flowers.
Devo about Robin Williams. That man was one of my earliest inspirations to wear a dress, which i still haven’t achieved. May his death remind us all that we should be who we are.
I have changed my plans again, this time to stay in Greece for a few more months because i have a sense of home here, now. Something shifted when i decided to stay, which wasn’t as much a decision as it was a relinquishment, a letting go of some idea i had about the future.
I was going to Thailand and India via Australia, China, Laos and a few other places in between: back to Australia to get Mulga Bill Massive, my poor neglected touring bike, so i could cycle around in search of another community.
But around the thought of leaving Greece there was a feeling of an anxiety, which fell away when i knew i wouldn’t yet have to go back through Istanbul, Dubai, Adelaide, just to get my bike and ride to Byron or somewhere. I need community, communion, and here i have it, now, so why leave? Leaving a community in Greece to go in search of a community elsewhere is like going into a shop with a dollar and asking to buy a dollar.
When i realised this, the anxiety fell away and relief emerged, bright and luminous as the stars appear to be when you get out of the city for the first time.
For thirty years in Australia Dad was not on Skype – now we’re chatting once or twice a week, understanding burgeoning across hemispheres. So much good, so much gratitude.