Going to...

Where to go next? Stepping forward feet by feet whithout clear big directions. Memories of a past histories are hanging on the directions indicated.
​My joy of differeent locations, change and movement does meet resistance on a regulare base. My body really doesn't like so much change. My body instinctively prefers anything which is familiar and stable, not moving, familiar people, familiar places, familiar objects. To resist change she gives my mind endless alternative possibilities, the grass might always be more green just where I am not. And then it becomes to much and not changing but waiting patiently for the mist to lift seems the best option altough it is actually clear that Life is calling to go on and step into the unknown. It feels like doing something disastrous altough past experience always has shown me that this is a building up of tension to gather energy and that moving is almost always beneficial.