Four years

On 31st July 2010, I’d just arrived in Ethiopia. Everything I’d imagined happening during the rest of my life had vanished. I was unemployed, homeless, and didn’t really know who I was any more. But I was also alone, footloose, and free of responsibilities. There were many pieces falling through the air, but also a clear space for them to fall into.

What a difference four years make. At times, it can feel that the settled demands of a steady life are closing me in, that I’m becoming stuck – or unstuck.

But it pays to think back. It makes me remember there are always unseen options; that fear and excitement are close neighbours; that negation makes space for creation; and that even when you go off a cliff, you can try to fall well.

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