My brain is a little fried but somehow I managed to scrounge up a tent last minute. I forgot all my cooking gear on the boat but I do have a little stove even though I can’t take fuel for it with me. I can easily go a few weeks without eating but one day without coffee will kill me so I might go straight into survivor man mode, i.e. making fire caveman style.
I wanted something special to measure my journey and since I forgot both of my water bottles with my cook gear I decided to splurge and buy a brand new one. Clean and shiny and new soon enough it will tell its own story of our travels as will I. Faith is a crewel mistress so I have left her behind instead choosing to make my own path.
Theres a story in the making here, but like you I will have to wait to turn the page just a little bit longer. We all know the old canned beginning, once upon a time… And of course can count on the ending, and they lived happily ever after. The fairytale is what happens between the lines.
“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
― Neil Gaiman