winds calling

For the longest time I have not felt the inclination to scribble down the random thoughts and occurrences that constitute my life. What have I done? Little. J'existe.

The desire (need) to write and create was smote when I returned to Melbourne. For a while there I chattered like an estranged lunatic about the bitterness of home and the will to overcome. Then there were codified grumblings and resentments, some romantic, some just cursing at the sky.

But for the first time in that topsy turvy to and fro, I feel the gypsy of my soul reach for the known not yet. My work as a teacher casts light on new direction. A confidence swells in the quiet darkness, and I feel the winds calling. Recently I applied to an agency that assists the professional courtship that brings teachers and international schools together. An interview awaits, and will be followed by further inquiries and a trip to Sydney. In a year I should be settled some place new. Some place known not yet. I let my fancy tip toe here and there, and picture cluttered streets in Shanghai, onion domes in Moscow, or the calm inlets of Basque country. It is a long time yet, and time will bring it's mysteries and lay them at my feet. Let's pray our feet find their way, and deliver us new happiness.

Maybe I will find myself in Persia...