life

A little routine…


There is something to be said for routine.

Having made positive changes in my life, I am now a silent and content witness to watching life unfold, through routines that are complete and solid in nature.

Free to now shape my own routine, I fall easily in step with the established routine of others.Malaysia

He walks with bowed legs, a crooked stick aiding crooked legs. His smile is wide, shining its light upon those who share his morning. His frayed cap is tipped ever so slightly, a silent acknowledgment of my presence with his.

He runs. Panting, sensing and sniffing his well-travelled path. A worn, tattered rope connecting her to him, keeps him close and without flight. She too smiles and bids me good morning.

They are there with me, sharing routines.

As I walk, Regret does not walk alongside me. There is simply happiness and fulfilment for having chosen a routine that is reflective of who I am, and who I have always needed to be.

 

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Home…


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Pangkor Island, Malaysia

I’ve been away.

Away exploring another land, another culture, another way of life. It was beautiful, exciting and challenging and shared with a dear friend. Yet I missed something I had never missed before.

I realised I needn’t look further afield to find beautiful, exciting and challenging. I had that.

And that is where I am now and I find myself smiling. For I am where I need to be. And it was here all along.

Home…

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Sunshine Coast, Queensland