we wonder if there is a place here for us,
if we will tell our stories to island visitors some years down the line,
this island gets under our skin, into our blood
little remnants of it coming home in our memories.
Leonie Wise, extract from where the road ends.
Beautiful people, beautiful photographs, beautiful words.
Here is just one of Leonie's exquisite images from that particular post.
She has opened a conversation for me ... we wonder if there is a place here for us.
I know that curiousity. I have been looking for 'home' since forever. I'll know it when I find it and in the meanwhile I'll enjoy where I am, like always. I've spent the last 30 years moving towns, moving countries.
Perhaps it will always be like this for me but perhaps one day I'll arrive ... and somehow I'll know that I'm home.
