I have been neglecting this blog slightly. Every time I attempt to write anything I get frustrated with trying to put words to things that seem impossible to describe, and then muddle through my vocabulary trying to find sentences to do justice to the people that I have met. And it all seems so irrelevant, because to be honest, things that are on my heart truly can't be described with just words. It has to be felt, walked, you have to be immersed in it, and breathe it in. And often, I even can't really figure it out myself.
Today I took myself for a walk down the high street of Gillingham. This town truly makes my heart sing with joy. And as I walked through the hoards of people, listened to two men playing the violin and guitar on the pavement, breathed in the cool air, I realized there is nowhere that I would have rather been in that moment. The stalls that overflow with cheap and tacky toys, the fresh baked buns and treats on the stalls, the odd reggae tent that sells Bob Marley inspired memorabilia and the mix of people and accents truly hit me as just right. And it made me think that I am possibly the most blessed person in the whole world. I am able to be here, doing what I love, being in the mix of Gillingham life and pretty much free to do anything, with no attachments and no ties. What a blessing. I am here for such a time as this. So I sauntered down the chewing gum filled pavements, with hope in my heart and a deep satisfaction and contentment with where I am and how I got here.
