A rebel without a clue.

So far so good. Good morning with Lola. Two walks and a ton of cuddles as I depart for the haul over the Pennines to Manchester Terminal 3 on the slow train, via Halifax(£9.80), etc, then the tram to the airport. It's the cheapest option at around £12. Traveling to go walking ... flying to find some space to be ... it can never be done? Arrived and find it's a replacement bus service instead of the Tram and it has to stop at every tram stop. I should reach a bed by 1am? They know I am coming, but I am sorry to wake the hostess at La Maison Du Pelerin. It's not cool. And I feel jaded! But I have been on the go since around 5:30am. Walking tomorrow? Yes, but not 34.5 kilometres.

Another day of self hatred before a restful night's sleep. It's Monday the 2nd October and is this it? The end of the previous period of my life, if life my can be divided up into Epochs, eras, periods? But a change has to come, and I can only think of one way to get the ball rolling, which is by walking away from the same temptations I see all around me. In 2013 I felt the same, ever decreasing, situation, as I lay between the late shift and the early shift at YO! Sushi when I felt nothing was real in what I was doing and where nothing meant anything to me! Then I felt why go on? But there had to another way to that obvious conclusion to which I thought death was about to pounce. And yes there was, is and will always be. To turn in to the path of lightness, being, truth, and not abide in the doorway of uncertainty, where I waver forever, back and forth, around and around, with no direction and no purpose; be fearless and find what was always there to be found. *** Pilgrimage h...