Day 1 – We were born for this, weren’t we?

I find that my ability to concentrate, more often than not, depends on how well I can keep control of those thought processes that are so keen to take me away from the present moment. And when that is full of the familiar, the mundane, the ordinary, then I inevitably fast forward into the future. Never more so than when we start to close in on another MOHO trip.

I begin to itch for that other life. I become an unborn MOHO Sapiens waiting for my time to come. Then once birthed, ever eager to face the fires of Beastie baptisms once again. Like a born again Christian following the Way I long to cross over into the promised land.

It almost feels like a practice for death. Saying goodbyes. Leaving family and friends behind. Letting go of that “other life” and all it holds. Its comforts and security.  Venturing into the unknown. But always having confidence, safe in the knowledge that something extraordinary awaits. Something new and exciting. All we have to do is head towards that welcoming bright light at the end of the black tunnel . . .