I am writing today to say thank you for all the feedback. Thank you for the sound advice, thank you for the love expressed, concern and support written to me.
Most of you following this blog I know personally, so I know it’s genuinely meant and given from true heart.
Thank you to the kind man from Kalgoorlie who picked me up and took me back to Albany. I will endeavour to pay that great act on tenfold to any and all I can.
I especially want to thank Jax and Em.
You girls came and brought me home. I sat crying on the bed in the hostel as I couldn’t use my hands to close a bag. You have helped me more than I feel I deserve. It’s so hard to ask.
I always worry that my actions impact on people too hard in the wrong way. I’m keenly aware at the moment that my life is part of others lives as theirs are part of mine. We are interwoven. All of us. My actions and choices affect others and I don’t want to hurt people by making selfish choices. I worry my actions could hurt more.
My headache has reduced to a dull throb (thank God) I’ve felt like I’ve had the worlds worst hangover for two days. My hands have pins and needles in them but I can now touch my fingertips to my thumbs.
A lot of people are asking if I will continue on or stop. I want to continue.
See I’ve been yearning for this: adventure which challenges you, expands you and strips away the “me” that’s socially created at the onset of your life and groomed and conditioned into you. I wish to arrive at the true “I ” nameless, limitless, shapeless.
I want to eschew the “modern world” and live with nature with an abundance of fresh air, clean water, natural food. I want to be part of a community that lives simply, lovingly and caring for each other and the place that nourishes us. I want to find a beautiful souled woman who lives this way and raise our children to live with all in peace at peace.
This is why I want to ride and explore. I’m looking for a better way to live, than what’s been offered to us all. I’m a hard worker, always have been. I won’t trade one more second of my life for a dollar. I’m happy to work on procuring and securing food water housing and other necessities. But how it all is now makes my heart and soul sick. I can’t tolerate it any more.
There has to be a way.
I don’t know if I’m supposed to “Be the change I want to see in the world” by becoming a leader of my own fringe dwelling counter cultural organic farmstead (or joining one). Or an anarchistic blogger who gets up the nose of the establishment to the point they trump something “legal” up to incarcerate me.
Maybe I should just shut up and go “find a job” and make a compromise?
Tour on long weekends and holidays. Work for a cause that resonates with me, keep writing and stay safe….?
I can’t go on living in this crazy world as it is.
I’m worn out by all of us spending our entire lives labouring at whatever we’ve chosen to do for “work” to earn “money” to then “live our lives.”
So far in my travels around Oz on my bike, I see rural Australia is almost bankrupt. So many townships are selling up. Two out of three properties are for sale. Ghost towns aplenty. $8 for a meat pie!!!!
Water is scarce, everything is expensive and people are doing it very very tough.
I believe we are in the grip of the quietest engineered “depression” in history. The whole world is broke…to whom?
Will riding around Australia help me find my answers and a place to live as a free, autonomous, sovereign, natural person?
I thin I’m going to find out once I’m healed.