It was not fear that helped our ancestors to collaborate and build civilisations.

I think this is my fourth day in bed with flu, it’s all a bit of a haze of codeine and coughs. That and the regular peels of church bells, I don’t know just what they’re signalling but I like them. They’re calming, regular. At 1645 Saturday they went on for ages. 

I think there was a thunderstorm at one stage. I made sure I’m wearing pj’s for the forensic pathologist, and I staggered out to feed the cat so he wouldn’t eat my corpse.  Have managed to shower a couple of times. I’ve had some stupid fevered dreams, but nothing as stupid as the news pages seem to tell me has been happening out there in the ‘real’ – WTF?  A coup attempt in Turkey, now hundreds of soldiers are arrested after the leaders flee. More Police shot in the US. Australians march in solidarity with US Black lives matter movement and I wonder if they also think to protest that black Australian lives matter, or to do anything tangible about it. Another “honour” killing of a woman in South Asia. More people are traumatised after Nice, more people implicated, blamed, shamed… Oh and people everywhere are escaping reality chasing Pokemon Go? Really??

Author: Wendy's Out of Station

I write as a way of processing and reflecting on experience, and as a way of sharing that experience. When I travel I used to write email journals back to friends, family, anyone who’d read and risk immersing themselves in my reality for a while: writing for them was a way of writing for me. Borrowing from Graham Greene in a flip of Travels with my Aunt, I imagined writing letters to my nieces, as their travelling aunt. Crafting the sentences became a way of extruding the experience, giving it birth, drawing its meaning from my soul, nurturing it into something tangible with a life of its own. The aim of my blog is to open the world to my thought-children, to let them out of the safety of my friends and family and let them experience the world. And in the process I get the honour of taking a larger group with me when I’m wandering around India and beyond, or just reflecting on parallel truths, thinking thoughts that take me to new places new beginnings. Please journey with me

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