That was my home for 5 years.
The blue tarp was to stop the roof from leaking.
A metaphor for my life.
Like a reset.
The old caravan was like a womb and the Wombat Forest was the rest of the world.
What if I could start again.
The typical Mid-Life Crisis.
Is this the chance we all have to reset, to start again?
In the midst of what we already have?
We’ve tested the waters of our chosen career.
Maybe we’ve proved we can do it.
Or not.
Our soul is crying out to be heard.
What are we here for?
What is our true destiny?
Do you have a destiny wanting to speak?
Your caravan in the bush?
I had no choice.
My one-man freelance business went bankrupt.
I lost everything.
I had no choice but to start again.
I had to let go.
There’s a wisdom saying, Buddhist I think . . .
What you let go of, which is truly yours, shall be returned to you tenfold.
It was true for me.
I had to let go.
The Universe is there to support you.
It did me.
May the Force be with you.
I had untold adventures.
Other countries to visit.
Books to write.
Of my stories.
They’re all here.
Your destiny awaits.
Your story.
Waiting to be told.
You’ll need to have it first.
Starting from where you are,
Start and everything else will follow.
It’s my secret.
Love and peace.
your mind is all 