The Long Walk To The Middle of Nowhere

The Long Walk To The Middle of Nowhere 

Little old me. I channeled my Eastern European roots. I cooked up a bunch of Polish cuisine dishes. It’s never too late to be who you might have become. Susanna, the software engineer. Also now cooking green beans too. And kasza and cebula and pomidor pokrojony all combined with Turkish marrow and tofu and Italian spicy aubergines. If I can cook a meal like this then there is hope for everyone yet. I even boiled some potatoes and now I have enough for the next three meals. I can’t believe 

That I have been to Fletcher Moss park again.

That I hiked to the middle of nowhere. That I came to an unknown part of the woods. That I found a hidden building. That I sat there and I healed and I cried. I can’t believe any of it. I don’t know who I am anymore. I have changed so much

And it breaks my heart. How can I be here at home on my own.

A utility hut by a river

Because I don’t know who I am. 

I don’t know who I am after I danced for five days in the Lake District. I don’t know who I am after I asked the trees to heal me and I cried in the botanical gardens of fletcher moss park. I don’t know who I am after I spent so much time with my friend and I bonded with her so much.

I don’t know who I am after I saw the sheep in Cumbria and got the Glasgow bound train to Penrith and danced with the hills and the Cumbria Earth. After I talked to the hills and saw the river and went in the river oops (bad girl) and hugged the trees. After I danced so much I transformed. I don’t know who I am anymore. Who am I? I don’t know. I know that I have a dance group tomorrow to catch me

I know that I am going to London for a few days for work. I know that I need an event tonight or something structured to catch me

But above all I know that I need to wash up

Thank you

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