Years ago I started travelling.
Before then I couldn’t.
No time. No money.
Then the day came and off I went.
My family and friends wanted to hear from me. I used to slowly type out little updates on my phone and email them home. People began to forward the emails to each other and soon I received requests from others ‘please add me to the list’. So a trend developed and each time I set off on a new adventure I would send stories back home.
It was good fun.
One day my father vanished through the portal of time – propelled by a massive heart attack. We all suffered but he didn’t. He looked peaceful, and so not-dead, I found myself frantically explaining to the undertaker that he was only sleeping. Only later I realised the humour of this, how reminiscent of the ‘dead parrot’ skit from his beloved Monty Python. He would have laughed and laughed.
Afterwards I felt ill at the idea of sending travel emails back home because he was not sitting at the computer reading them. So I was silent for awhile.
Today I decided to try again.
Why is this blog called ‘Black Dove and Magnolia’?
I don’t know.
Maybe I will find out one day.
But what I will do first is find as many of the old emails as I can and put them on this blog. This is a nod to my dad. He revealed once, by accident, that he was saving all my travel emails to publish one day so that everyone could read them.
9 October 2016, Australia