When there is too much happening to write

I know I have neglected this. And the longer I leave it the easier it is to keep leaving it. So much has been going on so it is the same story…if I am busy doing all kinds of things, things that would be cool to write about…I am too busy to find time to write about them. I was away, in the “big city”, in culture shock, under hot showers, eating fresh broccoli, breathing highlands air, in the crowds, eating bamboo food, walking in sun-dappled cloud forest among birds of paradise, being reminded of the past, buying new speakers, spending time in fancy hotels, watching old British comedies, laughing about the craziness of things here, feeling very sad about the craziness of things here, being incredibly sociable, being incredibly hung over, buying presents, eating pizza, having sunshine people guests, snorkelling with sharks, swimming through schools of stunningly beautiful fish, swimming as the full moon rose. Planning to go away and remind myself and experience and smile and connect. And see where this journey is leading to…Believing it.