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Hello and welcome to my blog formerly called Gypsy-K. Please note that I am only updating this blog while I am walking from Rome to Jerusalem from September 2015. My online home and permanent blog is at www.kymwilson.com.au. You can also sign up for pilgrim postcards and newsletters here. Thank you for being here and supporting my journey. With love and courage, Kym xx

Wednesday, 27 January 2010

Hazy Days

There is s a kind of cloudy haze that has settled over Phuket, the type of haze that blinds your view of the horizon and brings a premature end to a sunset, swallowing the blazing sun, like a bright orange smartie slipping slowly down one’s throat, whole. I look up in the middle of the day and can still see blue sky but as the day progresses, the haze increases and by late afternoon, I can barely distinguish the grey sea from the hazy horizon. The usually vibrant scenery is a glaring shade of dull. It is almost as if everything is stagnant, but not in a negative way.

Each day passes slowly. The sun rises, the sun sets, the moon rises and the moon sets and then the sun rises once more, repeating the daily routine. And every day, I watch the horizon, hoping that nature’s curtains don’t close early, allowing me, to once again, watch the sun set in its entirety.

My days are filled with nothing much but everything at the same time. I feel a contentment and peace I cannot remember ever knowing before. Not wanting to be anywhere else, not searching anxiously for something unknown. But at the same time I am wondering, what is on the horizon that I cannot yet clearly see?

Beneath my contentment is a subtle stirring reminding me not to get too comfortable. The world is calling to me in a way that I am still not wanting to hear clearly, just as I am not wanting to see, clearly, what is on the horizon. I am not wanting anything to change. I want to stay in these perfect days forever but life is drawing me forward, in a slow but certain way. Whilst I’m reluctant to move, I’m not resisting the flow, trusting that as I near the horizon, the haze will be replaced by beautiful clear light. In the meantime, I live each day with peace, patience and gratitude. Thankful to be in this place, in this space even with the haze all around.


Tuesday, 19 January 2010

Endless Days of Summer

Sleeping in. Waking up with love wrapped around me. No schedules or commitments to keep. No need to jump out of bed and into action. Not wanting to move and break the moment. Eventually, coffee calls and I slowly roll out of bed to be greeted a by a hot cup of sweet, espresso.

Read the news, email family and friends, skype calls and online chats. Connect with the world, near and far. Think about life, what is important to me, where I want to go, what I want to do. Dream.

Breakfast in or out? Sneak a peak beyond the curtains to see what weather the day brings. Blue skies, sparse clouds, blazing sun. Breakfast in. Shelter from the sun. Lady red papaya, banana, pineapple and mango, tropical fruits of choice. Breakfast perfection.

Grab the beach towels, pack the camera, jump on the motorbike and take a ride around my island home. See the sea, anchored yachts bobbing in the gentle swell, golden sands, multi-coloured beach umbrellas framed by forest green. Every view a postcard photo. Joy and gratitude to be in paradise.

Sweat trickling down my back from mid-afternoon sun. It’s time to swim. Head to Naiharn Beach. Wade into in the warm acquamarine water of the Andama Sea. Stretch out on a beach lounge under the shade of an umbrella. Watch the parade of culturally ignorant top-less farang women whilst speedo-clad men perform multiple crimes against beach fashion. Listen to the happy, multi-national cries of children splashing in the water’s flow. Hold hands with my beloved. Bask in happiness.

The sun begins a more rapid descent towards the horizon. Beer o’clock chimes. After Beach Bar, Heineken, and an uninterrupted view over the Andaman Sea. Nature’s sky show delights. Crimson, pink and orange intermingle and splash the sky fading into the midnight blue.

Dinner at a favourite restaurant with friends. Shared stories and laughter. Then home once again in the cool of the evening. Stretch out on the couch, love by my side and nature on my mind. Drift into a contented slumber, ready for another day in my endless summer.