Sad to say, the pink suitcase is still sitting in the bedroom corner. Waiting, begging to be rolled through some airport corridor or onto a teakwood deck on some glorious vessel. And just as sad to say, this would-be traveller is plopped in bed. And in the event you think this will lead to something naughty, I can only say: Wrong! Shame on you!

I'm in bed because I'm sick, sick, sick. I've had a fever, and chills, and no appetite whatsoever (which for me, is almost unheard of!). And worst of all, I've been stuck in this little corner of my little world for a little too long...

But from this cushy, if limited, position I can still sip on hot tea-with-lemon-and-honey, and I can still write a blogette (and no, that is not a "girl" blog; it is a mini-blog) to let you (whoever "you" are) know that I am still in the land of the breathing... and dreaming...

On the subject of "who you are," I believe I had my first two international readers last week! The first was a gentlemen from Sydney, Australia who identified himself as Delusional King (aren't these online names intriguing?). He said he works in a club in Syndey, just 5 metres from the waterfront. Then he told me about his homeland, New Zealand. In a ragged-yet-heartfelt way he discussed the ruggedness; the open, clean air; the virtues of north versus south; the unlimited scope of natural beauty. And through his unmanicured descriptions I was reminded of how wonderful it is to be exposed to people whose vista and vision of the world are so different from my own that they carry me along the miles in their words. I doubt I will ever run across Delusional King again, but he opened my eyes (at least a little wider) to the attractions of a land a world away. One that I will visit one day -- dragging the pink suitcase behind me.

Another Aussie, now living in the U.S, also visited this spot this week. I will only say that her name, like mine, starts with a V. And she's an intuitive. She's a whole new world in herself! She "knows things." She seems to fly beyond the parameters of Earth, through the heavens with visionary glances of what was, what is, and what will be. I'd surely like to book a ride through her universe! V. says I have some happy, unexpected miles ahead of me. Travel, it seems, can come in many forms. Passages of the body, passages of the heart, passages of the spirit...

G'night.... Keep dreaming...

P.S. To Purple Frisbee: Your kind comment put bubbles in my champagne!