Family and friends beckon us back home. But experiences in far flung places thrill in our hearts. The warmth of home, children and friends, fights with the fire of memories and places. I was born a traveller, a gypsy. In one place too long and a restlessness creeps. An itchiness, the feet jiggle, there is a yearning to move, see, experience … But the wonder, oh! the wonder of creation fills me with rapture! Every bend I turn, person I meet, experience I encounter, God, in some way, greets me.