Unknown Adventures

So I had my tattoo, I am soooo pleased, especially now as it is healing, the green stands out more. The green is the colour of the day I was born, Wednesday (full of woe, lol), traditional yants have different colours associated with them and are related to the day that you entered into the world of the sentients, my beautiful Sak Yant. I had it done on the buddhist festival of Vesak, the full moon celebration of the birth, life and enlightment of Buddha. Those years under a tree meditating led him to the place his mind had searched for and he at last found inner peace. Where is that place? I have a feeling it is deep inside humans and not in a pearly gated heaven filled with all that we have ever dreamt of, watched over  by a holy figure allowing us the privilege of being there, why live our lives in the hope of entering something we have no evidence of when we can actually revel in the glory of our planet, in the here and the beautiful now. *Here ends my patronising, trying to be spiritual, attempt to be deep, paragraph (sorry christians.....)*. I say this as I have a militant christian uncle who really does live his life for the after life in the kingdom of god and looks upon his life as a contract with him/her.

When I was travelling Nepal was one of those places I fell in love with, the people the scenery it was truly a beautiful place. I can still hear the tiny waterfalls and streams and imagine the sunshine as it hits the water nurturing the tiny shimmers of gold light that emanated from them as I descended the peaks of small mountains. The sounds of unusual birds in the dappled woodland at the foothills of the Himalayas, the magical sunrise of the fishtail peak of the Annapurna Mountain range. The crisp air and trapsing up to view it at 5 am in the dark. I would like to go back there, I am sure, sadly it has changed, not least due to the tragic earthquake that killed 8000 people in Kathmandu, but also I fear that Starbucks maybe on every foothill now.

Mentally I seem to have reverted back to the mindset I adopted when I was travelling, I guess my diagnosis has freed me from the constraints of everyday living and getting older and all the mundane thoughts associated with that, and has allowed me even more, to 'live for the nooow' (to quote Waynes World), (not that I didn't before). While the news of my liver is so good to hear, I am not allowing the shadow of Metastasis, or the words 'stage 4 incurable' any of those miserable words restrict me. It may not be beneficial for my credit card but I have decided as I am not going to be able to go abroad this year, to purchase a tiny teardrop trailer caravan and ;live out a portion of my camper van dreams, so that Poppy and I can go on a whim for adventures together. It is not the high tec camper I dream of with all the  bell tent and the proverbial whistles, but I now own a giant ti pee a portable wood burning stove and very soon a little teardrop trailer :) I had the tow hitch fitted today and am EXTREEEEEEMELY excited, first trip will be booked imminently with friends to Whitstable. Who needs Route 66 when you have the M20.........