read the signs

oh, and new-zealand - i’m leaving.

be gone mid september.

let’s make all the beautiful things happen now.

one thing you learn after a decade on the road, is to read the signs that say GO HOME (and then spit for good luck. fate gave me a couple cars called “odyssey” and the joke escapes me not).

no small thing, to step out of the golden cage.

but my heart aches for the familiarity of the lands munching the bones of my scattered clan. to sink my teeth into that clay i’ve come from.

so i’m making my way back to the gods that watched me grow up. take my place in the garden of muses. there’s a tinge of full circle hovering in the air.

j’arrive, amour.

events brewing until then > intimately.co.nz/events

photo by Kate