The "Foreign Place" being the world we exist in today, modern living it appears is not all its cracked up to be.
There are not many that actually live in this world but exist...survive barely making it through the day and I wonder if we know too much ?
Do we understand the depths we have explored to find ourselves leaving few stones unturned to discover the thing we seek ?
There is little mystery in life it seem, our sense of wonder, of discovery appears to be diminishing before our very eyes !
In our race to understand everything and everyone we seem to have lost something.
Honestly I don't know how to get it back other than following my heart, by returning to what is deemed to be old fashioned and of a past most have forgotten.
I seek out the old cast-offs that most find quaint or cute but refuse to have in their lives as they don't fit into this bright shiny world we all demand.
Lost is the sense of value...and values !
I romanticise of course, but I do want to go back.
There were no batteries, no instantaneous fixes...everything was slower, made by hand not machine and quality took precedence over quantity.
In some small way I am making my way back; by turning off the technology, stepping away from society at large and reducing my involvement in the daily drama that floods our lives I find my pulse slows, my mind races less and my heart is given much needed rest.
I seek out the quality over quantity...the hand-made...handcrafted and my life is richer, there is less opportunity for others to manipulate or direct my moods; they tend to avoid rather than engage as their understanding of my motives is somewhat limited and fear of unknown rains down over them.
So let my days be filled with what might be considered mundane, dull or even old fashioned ideas and ideals...race each other if you must; but remember who won when the hare and the tortoise stepped across the line !
Learn from the past, live the past as this world we now exist in is hardly living at all.
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