I'm away from home, and will soon be traveling by train from Sussex (in south-east England) back to Devonshire (in the far south-west)...which puts me in mind of these words by Terry Tempest Williams, discussing the journey from Utah to Spain that resulted in her lovely book Leap:
"As is the case with all travel, one is refeshed by having no responsibilities or obligations. It is a new landscape. We are not residents, we are simply visitors. We were gone almost a month. Everything was sensual....It's the gift of travel, where everything is infused with meaning, compressed, so you begin to see the golden strand that weaves life together. You are in a constant state of awe."
A constant state of awe. That's precisely it: that jewel-toned, sharp-edged focus life takes on when we're set down somewhere new. Another gift of travel, just as valuable, comes from carrying that sense of awe back home; sustaining it as daily life resumes.
I'll be home to fireside and family by this evening, and back in the woods and office/studio tomorrow. More tales to follow.
The pictures above: Where I am, and where I'm bound. (The Chichester photographs come from the Cathedral, GBH, and University sites, as I haven't got my camera with me. More information about them can be found in the picture captions. That last three photos are mine, of autumn color in Devon.)