I’m travelling again. I am addicted to it. Whether it is driving, flying or riding – travel grows space for the soul to find itself again. 

During normal life we tumble headlong into the habitual nooks and crannies of our lives. I am a real homebody so this love of travel is a weird juxtaposition to my homing pigeon instincts. 

Nevertheless it is there. I think it is because travel lifts us out of those deep habitual grooves and allows us to see ourselves, our lives and those around us with fresh perspective. 

Solo travel also fills the creative well with fresh ideas. 

But it doesn’t leave much time for writing so look forward to some shorter posts 😉 and have a chat over at Instagram as well.