Journey to Another Time

So many years ago; it seems another life,  I walked into the sea off the Serbian coast. It was called Yugoslavia then and I  was far from home. I was fully dressed and  could think of no other way to wash my clothes. The harsh salt against my skin as the garments dried showed me your first idea is not always your best. It was a lesson I was often to forget

I had hitch-hiked across Europe from England,sleeping in ditches and living off carrots and milk. I had no money to speak of, no responsibilities and little or no past. I had anxieties but I was largely unaware of them.  Shy and nervous of girls I found solitary adventures to be the most rewarding and energizing activity. The adventures piled high in that trip across Europe and I was treated to sights and moments of generosity which I shall never forget. The boy I was then used to   scribble bits of poetry down for no reason at all, other than it helped him meet himself. Some of the lines seem  poignant now I look back on them from middle age.  I wonder about that boy : rootless, imaginative and with an unexpressed sense of life’s mystery. How would he greet his future if he had known what it was to be.

I am glad to have known myself. It has been fun sharing my life with me.We have many of the same interests!  We’ve had some grand scrapes and adventures on the way. It must be said that my valuables are largely in the form of memory but memories, and the way  they inform our oldest friendships are often our greatest treasure.

My aunt is 95 and recently had an operation to improve her eyesight. Putting her drops in every day presents difficulties but she faces them with the courage of a mountain climber. Her sense of life and the adventure   is still undimmed  but now operates in a smaller environment. The pleasure  of knowing such people  is without limit and I give thanks for  everyday that she is amongst us.  The brightness in the eyes of a life well lived,  light up any room they see.

To those I’ve met in my walk through life, I raise my glass to you in affection. To those I’m yet to meet in person or through words. I look forward to the experience


About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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21 Responses to Journey to Another Time

  1. Great post. I’ll be raising a glass in return as I walk out into the Paris streets, looking for a bar to befriend :).


  2. This is vintage stuff! What a wonderful post and so beautifully expressed. I love this:

    “The boy I was then used to scribble bits of poetry down for no reason at all, other than it helped him meet himself.”


  3. Caroline says:

    Beautiful post and so eloquently put.

    Your aunt reminds me of my Dad who had that same ability to light up a room. His interest in life was still running at full bore the day before he died! Thank you for reminding me – that’s how I want to be.


  4. Wonderful sentiment and expression, thank you. The line that struck me most was the same one that Becoming herself loved. You have spread great warmth through the world with your words…


  5. Shonnie says:

    Amen and Amen. Lovely post my friend. 😀


  6. I love this line: “The boy I was then used to scribble bits of poetry down for no reason at all, other than it helped him meet himself.” You come up with the most poetic turns of phrases in your essays, Peter. Well done, you!


  7. bellessere says:

    What a joy to read. I aspire to know myself and share my joy with me!



  8. nelle says:

    Thank you for sharing this snippet of yourself. What an experience to have filed away in memory.


  9. barbara says:

    Love it! Thanks.


  10. –You. Are. Beautiful.

    PS. Poetry is Never scribbled down for no reason, Ducky. It became part of you. Xx


  11. Beautiful Post! Cheers to you!


  12. Texasjune says:

    An awesome memory for sure. I bet you wish now you had photos from that adventure! Oh well, your style of writing could paint them for us anyway! 🙂


  13. Aurora, HSP says:

    Thanks for another bright look into your life 🙂


  14. I just love this story. So many of the older generation in my family inspire me greatly. They just keeps things in perspective for me


  15. Tilly Bud says:

    A beautiful post. And what an interesting man you are.


  16. backonmyown says:

    I love this post, Ducks. You’ve had some interesting experiences. And what an amazing aunt you have.


  17. chrisine says:

    Moved again by your way with words ❤ I read this yesterday and thought you might enjoy ~


  18. David Ledoux says:

    Thanks Chrisine. I’ll add this blog to my reader, thanks for the recommendation. Reminds me of my last trip to Lake Bled in Slovenia. Ducks, great post!


  19. Big Al says:

    The eloquence with which that young man now expresses his take on life’s mysteries is, in large part, due to all those early encounters.Your appreciation for the adventures and friendships joined during life’s journey is a gift.


  20. eof737 says:

    Brilliant post… the glass is raised to you too. The sentiments are mutual! 🙂


  21. Lady E says:

    Yes, I agree with the others, what a beautiful post…And I am quite intrigued: You seem to have had such an interesting life. tell us more about those adventures! x


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