I have re-discovered a number of “visual journals” I have kept since I was 18. In one today I found this…
I need no carpet.
I want to feel the cool grass between my toes.
I need no roof.
All I long for is a canopy of stars.
No bath shall wash me.
I will lie in a deep green river and feel it flow.
I do not need a Michelin star.
Nothing tastes better than bacon, cooked on the fire.
I do not need to watch the X factor.
The bird song brings me to tears.
I do not need i pads, and Starbucks, and McDonalds,
I do not crave apple TVs. I crave a juicy apple.
I do not need a new car or a foreign holiday. I need escape.
All I need is smiles, and giggles, and huggles and curls in my face. I have found home.