So how’s this? I’m in tears and saying in a small voice

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

The catalyst for these tears is trying to set up a bird survey area for me to track birds, and looking for a book that describes how to map read.

The words which brought forth the tears were

A guide to all methods of navigation from map and compass to GPS. Having the skills of navigation at your disposal is a liberating experience. Getting away from the crowds, inventing your own routes, discovering new areas,

‘inventing your own routes’  – That’s the part that set me off. All my life I’ve had these moments. Moments when an opportunity presents itself to invent my own route and I draw back. I let myself go so far, but not the whole way. I give way to the thing that seems like fear and say to myself ‘That’s OK Michael, no need to go there’ – when ‘there’ is actually the place I long to go.

Well fuck you fear, fuck you little me, I’m coming home!

And I’m posting this because I can’t think of any other way to move through this.

Little blog, big feeling!