Full Firing Cylinders

As I arrive into the smoke of the unknown,Portobello Road London to be exact. I feel readily armed to face the chaos, in my head and through reality attracting my truth and all that is important. I'm about to embark on a whirlwind path of adventure. London being my first porthole. My second leg of my world tour and this time on route to USA after firing a brief stint in Pommy land for a year with mushy peas and pigeon friends..so here I am, firing all full cylinders.I am going into the madness as armed as I can be.I believe we are all where we need to be right now in this moment,not necessarily where we want to be. 24 hours ago I was running barefoot on crunchy African sand, with the sun kissing my face, a dream to stay, a dream to fly. Today I'm 3,500 kilometers away from that beach. I feel a different type of freshness, as I feel the chill down my spine,perhaps it's the uncertainty coupled with the ever exciting revelations that are to present themselves to me.I smile as I slip into my brown suede fluffy Ugs,ready to brace the glorious winter wonderland outside this bubble of fun that I found myself in on this 20th day of January. An endless stream of possibilities just waiting for me to grab them!