and it is raining. I am once again, not looking forward to getting on the back of the bike. fear sets in. the same fear as back in December, which I spoke about:
I have a fear in my soul of getting on the bike.. Mum carried on a little when we said goodbye - crying that she doesn't know what she will do if something happens to us while away...the fear-mongering of my childhood coming back to haunt me. all night I tossed and turned.. and truthfully, I am dreading getting onto the bike..this is where my faith in what will be, will be comes into the fore... keep me in your thoughts, surround me with Angels.. I feel sick.
this has to be my last time. I am not enjoying it as much anymore.
please, please surround me with angels etc. etc. etc...
we are leaving in an hour or so..
see you on facebook or when I arrive home xoxo