The far-flung pillars of imagination

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

When I was in my 20’s I became very ill and almost died. Luckily for me I overcame it. However, it involved a step-change in everything I held dear. Suddenly freedom to experience the world because I survived became the focus. So I traveled to the far-reaches of the world.

Deep into a blue oasis 💙 in the Atlas mountains of Morocco – the ancient town of Chefchaoen. And to the farthest reaches of the UK mainland, to Neist Point lighthouse, a decommissioned and abandoned outpost on the northern tip of the Isle of Skye in Scotland.

The two places couldn’t be more different. I love putting distance between my “home” and other places. I’ve done this ever since I was a teenager.

In the blue of distance, the blue of calm and peace, the whole world’s layers peel back like an onion revealing the wisdom of lands, animals, history, languages and people into an exhilarating heart-stopping song. The ballad of life, living and love: for self, for other, putting new protective layers over the past and sending tendrils of knowledge into the future.