Following on from Out of the Blue – read Part One and Part Two … (and the best place to begin, if new here, is 'Chasing Daylight') A tank? A white SFOR army tank WITH a driver in full combat gear and helmet? Oh goodness, I have the fright of my life (again). Even though I have become accustomed to seeing (and hearing—they were so loud) what I thought to be Black Hawk helicopters fly over . . .
Following on from Part One … “No,” I think as I consider the job offer in Ireland. “I have no idea … what I am doing, where I am going,” but know the trail of breadcrumbs doesn't finish here but leads to Bosnia. I know I have to say no and go. It has been less than five years since a ceasefire lifted the Siege of Sarajevo, and I don't recall when I first heard about Medjugorje, but I have to . . .
Sunsets for Kate, the idea, the concept, the 'why', all came to me as if out of the blue. And now it is soaring, like a bird, flying across the globe, allowing me to witness beauty and colour of places I have never known, the kindness and compassion of people I have never met. Three months have passed since I set it free and still I find it hard to express what it means to and for me, what it . . .
The moment I hear it, I smile. It's familiar opening pulls me in like a warm embrace. I have tears in my eyes. And feel a change, within. Six months, it has taken me. Six months. Just myself. With a guidebook, backpack and a travel journal. I have traveled through many countries, alone with my thoughts. ‘Where will I go next? What will I eat next? Where will I sleep . . .
I am not paying much attention as I sit with my family watching a movie. ‘Turbo’. My mind is wandering, as it usually does. Planning. Plotting. Scheming and pondering. I really must learn to be mindful, and live in the moment. Be present. I know that, I know I should, but I am lost. Time is passing me by, and, well, what have I done? ‘What to do? What to do?’ I plan, plot, . . .