Anywhere you go I will go too. Not what the patriarch’s said but what I say. I will follow you. Follow you wherever you may go. To the highest mountain - the lowest valley - will follow you with colour, with my light and heart, with my children if need be. I will be with you for this time and immortal. This is not the time to turn back, look for safer shores - this time is for traversing the deep, well out beyond the bay into the blue, black - into storms and breakers that would seek to capsize me. I am alone. I am not alone, I am with you - you are with me. This solo/duo journey is a deep ask from a soul to a soul. If I can just listen to my heart it is always egging me on - yes and yes - and more and greater - for you cannot know yourself until you test yourself - cannot go without leaving something, everything behind. You called and I go. And this is not what I would chose - this is not a comfortable life - this is a magic life - the life of the road - of leather coats and boots - of a cauldron and a gypsy caravan where the road is new everyday. Right now this is the ask of my soul and I am fair quivering about how this all with go. Call you, call you to say I love you - always love you. Am intensified by the longing and like the sea-faring rat in Wind in the Willows - hear the call and know that I can always return home. Home. Home. Home - what and where is home? It is a memory in my heart of Pukeatua - of the land I was likely conceived on - those sandstone mountains - those epic, echoing valley’s - the creeks that swell with rain and beckon be rafted in - the land whose soil has taken my fires, my spilt seed of tempestuous youth - this land of my soul is deep in my heart but I do not want to return there - it is a place - a Tūrangawaewae that I go out from with its life deep in my body and blood - is an energy that can awaken in other lands, including the lands of other people's bodies - I am not leaving, I am just arriving and I will be arriving with you, my darling.