'It’s
the peace of lying alone by the ocean at the end of it- wind blowing,
legs weary, boots muddied, rain coat flaying and thinking and being
quiet and free and feeling like despite your weaknesses, mental and
physical, you can climb mountains, achieve the unachievable.'
'I feel glad to be part of it, part of the
nothing, the performance, the madness, part of this great strange
dream. I still live in it. I still feel as though nothing is real,
nothing is solid and touchable. I wish I was alive. I wish I was
there. How can I ever be, when everything is nothing?'
'How quickly life changes- the way you
move on from place to place and you never really get a chance to just
think and be and wonder whether you made the right decisions. And
whether you actually really do miss it- all those communities and all
those faces bereft of light that you left behind in the past and you
never went back and you never said goodbye. Since birth, I’ve felt
unsettled. And it’s only for brief moments, like waiting for the
red lights to change while driving back with D after dark and
listening to the sadness of Magic radio that you understand and feel
it- that nostalgia, that emptiness and that feeling of absence.'
I've been thinking about starting up this blog for ages, but have never gotten round to it until now. On this blog I'll be posting passages from my latest book, This Restless Soul, which is made up of journal entries chronicling my spiritual journey. I'll also be sharing my thoughts and observations whilst living in Lahore. :-)
http://thisrestlesssoul.blogspot.com/
