after a storm has been, take a moment to survey your surrounds, a stock-take if you will.
you will understand which things are built to last, and which have an inbuilt obsolence.
do take your time to check closely for any damage though, as you never know when the next storm is going to land.
sometimes everything is crystal clear.
there are others when everything is just a tiny bit fuzzy dreamlike, all one can do is close the eyes and enjoy.
tastes and smells can act as sensual reminders of experiences past.
the act of putting something past your lips to rest on your tongue your tongue, the taste buds come alive triggered by the olfactory cues.
the mouth and lips expect what has come before and one is transported if you allow yourself to be.
this is a joy to be savoured all unto itself, hmmmm i feel like some licorice.
lao tzu ‘the old man’ teaches that the road or path is to be like water.
what kind of water does he mean?
with recent storms i have had enough oppurtunity to discover quite a number of different forms that water takes.
perhaps it is the adaptability that is the thing.
there are great adventurers who travel the world.
there are adventures to be had in far flung places the icy cold of the poles, the dry deserts of the african plains, the bright lights of any number of international cities.
there are other adventurers whose journey is internal, stimulus provided by the world’s great art both fine and popular, there are adventurers who share these adventures inside through pen and paper words and pictures.
let the adventure begin.