I'd take my antique textiles as they speak volumes and everything else can be replaced... also 20 years' worth of photographs.. and the bear given to me the day I was born.

Tasting honey on a stick as an 8 year old, standing in our tiny school library converted for the day into a teddy bear's picnic.. a room stuffed full of bears and there, in the middle, was my own with his new red ribbon.

I would cherish something for my soul. I would use the feeling of coming home and knowing you can relax, knowing you can be yourself and not worry about what is going on around you. The feeling that brings joy and perhaps laughter, that is something I would never want to lose.

I remember honey being the remedy for a sore throat. The feeling of scratching like someone was clawing their way through your throat just wouldn't go away however honey relieved the pain giving my throat the freedom to swallow and drink.

I would take my grandfather's old leather briefcase containing original letters and documents detailing a terrible family tragedy in SW Australia in the early 1920s. It is a story that the authorities have always wanted to sweep under the carpet but I went there to look for the truth and find my great-grandmother's grave and the place where they'd lived and died and to find the surviving child who is now an old man. I am an artist/poet/theatre maker and it is a story I still need to tell so if the documents were lost nobody would ever believe me!

My best honey memory is licking warm honey straight from the comb as the bees buzzed round my finger when I dipped it in and then placed it in my mouth. We were in a public park in Malmo and the park-keeper had called us over to watch him tending the bees. Usually I am scared of bees as I can sometimes have an allergic reaction to stings but on this occasion I put my confidence in a man who did not speak my language but who I knew I could trust. It was like eating heaven!

i would take my picters of family and friend's so i would never forget, memory's are most inportant to me.

I copy from an ID card given to me by Bill Mitchell on the set of 'The Beautiful Journey'. Yes I was draged into this production giggleing and spinning my wheels , eager and willing .
To the question 'What do they call you ?' The guy in the wheel chair was my reply . Where does your journey start ? Right here , right now , this second every now is a journey , every blink of an eye . The one thing that reminds me of who I am . The music within me , an echo of all my world has been .
Ah honey . In coffee , in cakes , good for the skin a healing thing and in warm milk at night sweet dreams sleep tight .
I'd like to thank all the exeptional people at Wierd Works , sorry , Wild Works for a fun ride and a bad case of cold turkey now the run is over and they move on to Newcastle , taking my leg with them I hasten to add , best not ask . Good luck and heaven help the poor folk of that city .
"Wish I were with you , but I couldn't stay "

Id take my sense of humour, making people happy is a gift, like your show we walked away happy & thinking.
Honey cures ills, great for sore throats.

Holly was the name of my furry best friend. Taking the jump to leave home into the big wide open world and Holly was more than willing to come with me. She was there on the bottom of my bed every night, wrapped around my ankles every morning and sitting on the edge of the bath while I was soaking. Followed loyally when I moved in with my partner. Remained until November last year when a cruel liver disease took her from me. Now her little pink collar sits in my bedside table and will remain or follow where ever I am.

The very 1st memory I have of honey was when I was around 6 or 7 and a neighbour around the corner from where I lived used to have beehives. Nothing exciting, that was it!

Beehives in the gardens at my Primary School....The Honey Monster ( Sugar Puffs ) ,a gift from a lover - the Honey Bear ( honey ensconced in a plastic bear - shaped container ) all the way from America.Whoopsy ...that's more than one memory !

Honey: the excitement and the sweet and cloying smell as we tried inexpertly to extract our first season's honey from the combs using an ancient hand cranked extractor. The entire kitchen and both children sticky and smeared and the room full of confused bees which had tracked us down in spite of our efforts to deter them. It tasted better than any honey before or since.

I'd definitely take soul food not something practical but it's hard to pin it down to one thing: maybe the star stapphire ring my father had made for my mother (in extremis I could even sell it) or a photo of my children and grandchild taken on the day of my daughter's civil partnership celebration. But that would mean leaving behind my grandmother's book of family photos- which I rarely look at but like to know I still have and then there's the ring- not valuable but unusual and exactly right for me- which my daughter cleverly found in a street market and how could I go without the tiny perfect ancient terra cotta torso of a woman picked up on a Greek island hillside and given to me decades ago by the shepherd who found it?
So thats 4 things but all very small. Can I cheat?

THE BEAUTIFUL JOURNEY PLYMOUTH UPDATE:

The sun is shining on us in Devonport!

A pair of nesting Oyster Catchers have been our constant companions since we started onsite in Devonport. It has been a priveledge and a pleasure to have witnessed their journey. After weeks of sitting and nurturing and fighting off the gulls they have successfully hatched their three chicks and we watch closely as their fledgelings get stronger and take off into the future!

And as for our fledgeling show - we have taken our first preview audience with us on our beautiful journey and we have our second preview on Monday. We open on Tuesday and run for three weeks. We very much look forward to seeing you here!

Nix

- If you would like to come and join us as a steward on the Beautiful Journey please get in touch.. You are most welcome!

I would take my grandfather's old leather briefcase containing original letters and documents detailing a terrible family tragedy in SW Australia in the early 1920s. It is a story that the authorities have always wanted to sweep under the carpet but I went there to look for the truth and find my great-grandmother's grave and the place where they'd lived and died and to find the surviving child who is now an old man. I am an artist/poet/theatre maker and it is a story I still need to tell so if the documents were lost nobody would ever believe me!

My best honey memory is licking warm honey straight from the comb as the bees buzzed round my finger when I dipped it in and then placed it in my mouth. We were in a public park in Malmo and the park-keeper had called us over to watch him tending the bees. Usually I am scared of bees as I can sometimes have an allergic reaction to stings but on this occasion I put my confidence in a man who did not speak my language but who I knew I could trust. It was like eating heaven!

I would take my leatherman with me. It holds many memories of making beautifull things for people.

I once was in a strange place and did almost cut my daughters leg off with my surf board. Many potions were given to us to speed recovery but our favourite was a magic hunny made by specially trained bees that sort only the polon of medicinal plants. What wonderfull and clever creatures we thought. We would imagine these bees in White coats and latex cloves carefully collecting there harvest and humbely taking it to the lab' where it would be processed, graded and packaged for transit by sworms of migratory bees. Mmmmm magic.

I would take my childhood teddybear. I was given him by my maternal grandparents on the day I was born so he is 36 at this moment in time. & he STILL lives at the top of my bed!

Honey memories... well, honey allways reminds me of my loveley dad, he gives me several jars of yummy honey from a good friend of his every time I see him. He's more generous with his honey than he is with his homemade wine! But a specific memory I'm afraid I don't have. On the other hand if you'd asked for memories on peanut butter......

My writing book (and pen, it's cheating but you can't have one without the other). It is both practical and for my soul.

Dribbled onto Greek yoghurt and sliced bananas. Bitter, acidic and sweet.

Despite being a practically minded person - thinking tent, extra jumpers, water bottles, waterproofs, spare pants etc... - I think I would actually chose to take a photograph of my daughter as a 3 year old! Or even a photo album (if I'm allowed?). Memories I'm terrified of loosing - so much more precious than anything else in the house really (assuming the cats & dog are coming too!).

Honey - mmmm yes! I remember, as a child, really savouring semi-squashed sandwiches that have been been wrapped in cling-film and uneaten for a whole day so the honey has soaked deep into the bread and seems ever so slightly crunchy on the tongue when finally unwrapped and enjoyed.

I'm not to sure to what I would bring with me if I had the option of bringing one itemwith me but - lets get back to that in a mo........

The only memory of honey I have may it be the first one or not is being about 5 or 6 and dipping my hands in a large bot of the was ment to be used for some sort of cake that my grandma was makeing. Then running in the garden trying to put as many things as one could on them and seeing what would happen when they were covered.
Well what happend is that I had a lot of flys and a few ants and lots of mud witha few leaves here and there and then put them all in my mouth.
I thought my honey hand cake was much better than grandmas......

Ok so back to the first one again.....

I would take a camera - i think - oh this is hard - but I guess I've always had a fear of forgetting things so always take photos or take notes so it would be have to be one of them.

That way i would never forget and could show others what that time was once like.

A section of history - the people around me and my own.

About a year ago I witnessed a girl being covered in honey by her housemate. A sticky but erotic affair that left me wondering who was going to clean it all up.

As for what I'd take away with me... a book of some kind, so that trading could ensue once I'd finished it.

Taking granny in the wheelchair to Penlee park so she can smell the honey on the special euphorbias there.She is blind and really loves smells

Honey ....... Poland!

Supposing I had to leave home forever, I am assuming my hubby and kids and dog would b able to follow too (if they wished and I hope they would!) So, what else would I want to take?? Happiness ('they' would be with me!), Hope (without it we are all lost!) and my memories! (Maybe a sleeping bag too coz I just hate being cold!)
Well, those questions had me thinking good and proper - where are we heading then????

honey is something that i have copious amounts of when i have a cold and cant taste anything. however it does seem a little pointless to me - why make a hot drink sweet when you cant even taste it? the way i like it best is with my porridge in the morning.

I'd take my sister's valentine from her girlfriend

Honey memory..............in the first months that I knew my husband he had frames full of honey from his hives precariously stacked in his kitchen, awaiting the time when his damaged shoulder would allow him to turn the handle and spin his ancient honey extractor. There was a heady, incense-like perfume in the air, an intangible compound of beeswax, propolis, pollen, hay and honey throughout the house, most intense in the kitchen itself.

My grandfather sold his house and just about everything he owned when he moved in to a old people's home. We were marooned on the sofa in a empty living room after it had all gone. He said 'It's all got to go' and it was sad but he was right. Everything I need is in my head and my heart. On saying that, I would need my glasses, can't see a thing without them.

Local honey cures asthma, told to me by a beekeeper. If I were to leave my house and could only take one thing it would be my laptop. It contains my photographs, address book, stories and ideas.

"I eat my peas with honey, I've done it all my life, it makes the peas taste funny, but it keeps them on the knife!"

It would either be an album of photos I have - all the things I love - or something my children have bought me. They have a habit of buying me kitsch ornaments that I display for a while then hide at a back of a cupboard once I think they won't notice - but they contain their love so I would take one with me.

Watching in awe as my Uncle braved his bees whilest fetching honey comb for me to look at when I was little. He was so calm and confidant and never afraid. In that one moment he became my hero

If I were to leave my home forever I would take a big box of shells that my mum gave me. Spending the day on the beach at home in Cornwall picking shells with my mum years ago, she kept them for me in a bowl on the window sill. As I got older and my career progressed I spent more and more time away from Cornwall and my family. Eventually I found myself sitting alone deep in the depths of south east asia, loving my job but my soul longed to go back to Cornwall. On one my next trip home my mum and I went again to pick shells at the beach. This time when I left she put a big tin in my hand, it was almost impossible to open. Inside where all the shells that she and I have ever picked together, neatly lying in a box that she had bought for me years ago in the knowledge that one day she would make this gift for me.. Whenever I was away she would look at the shells and remember our time together but now she felt that they had serverd her purpose. She believed that it was time for me to take some of my Cornwall away with me. Every time i feel lonely or sad i open the box and smell the sea, i close my eyes and I am back with my mum on the beach in Cornwall. I was once told a story of a man who came from the clouds to live on earth. He married a girl on earth and bought one box with him. Inside it was nothing, but nothing was everything to him as it was a box containing the air from the heavens in which he grew up. My box of nothing are my Cornish shells.

Honey on toast, yum

I'd take my lover Annie, a wonderful Cornish girl, who makes my eyes fill with tears every time I think of her.

I would take my magic shawl. It is huge and green. my grandmother knit it. I have spent beautiful times in it, and many people i love have used it as well.

Just to add to my earlier comment - of course, my little mare would be able to carry someone who was not able to walk for whatever reason!

This was very hard! As one gets older, you have so many precious possessions but in the end, you carry the memory of these and the happiness and love they brought into your life with you. Hopefully, we would be clothed before we leave which means perhaps I most probably would be wearing my riding coat when call for the evacuations came (I wear it most of time) and it has all sorts of practical and useful things secreted in its pockets! (Guess this is cheating a bit!) So I'd have to take my litte mare, Wizzy and trust that my beloved husband Christopher and our cats Zoe and Ky would follow us because they love us and then I would have to rely on the hope (which is what Zoe means)that I would be able to find food for us all somehow. Wizzy is very brave and with her hearing and instincts would warn us all of any dangers and she would keep us warm at night, too and she could pull a cart (which I am sure we could fashion out of bits and pieces found on the way) for other people we meet on our journey and of course she would provide good nutritious manure to feed the soil of whereever we end up! She is very beautiful and her generous nature feeds my soul! I think this will be the most amazingly beautiful journey if all the people who have responded to this blog are coming ... sounds as if we should be heading for Utopia!

Carew's survey of Cornwall (circa AD1600) mentions the London fashion of the time for grass bags woven in Cornwall. These must have used the couch grasses of the coast woven using techniques similar to net making, yet of enough beauty to be sought by London society, much like the anenomes of the last century. Should this bag, that can carry everything I need, yet made of my history, be necessarily soulless? By carrying it, I carry Kernow.

Simple - it would be my dog Jake - the best and constant friend that I could ever hope to have - also the most frustrating but the most forgiving. Life would not be the same without him.

How reliant I must be for wanting to take my phone. With this i can communicate with my family, my friends, write letters and notes, listen to my favourite music and see pictures of my favourite things that I have had to leave behind.

my favourite cushion. beautiful, comforting, reminds me of my sister who gave it to me, and provides a comfortable place to rest my head. :)

I'd take my bike. We have been on so many journeys together- from the cold heights of Snowdon to the warm olive groves of Crete.

There has never been a cheaper, more flexible more acessable mode of transport. Ever since it's invention the bike has offered freedom of movement for all- how nice to take something practical, that can also remind me of one of our basic human rights, and also convey the sheer pleasure of arriving somewhere under your own steam!

(Guitar came a close second... I suppose I would have to find/fashion one, wherever I ended up..)

A heart shaped stone, found on the beach, small enough to tuck inside my clothes against my skin...to remind me to return to love in any moment

I'd take my alto sax. Everything else I would like to take, such as photos etc, would be too much to carry.

I don't think I would need to take anything that does not exist within me. If I had to choose one thing then it would definitely be something for my 'soul. That would be a small, travelling Gohonzon - which is a mandala that is the object of worship for Nichiren Buddhists. It is an external representation of the life-state of Buddhahood and facilitates the emergence of that state from within our own lives.

What we all carry into the future regardless of culture is our experience, our history, our memory: both collective and individual.
So, a question: which of your/our experience is essential, and which is mere baggage?
For me it would have to be HOPE - the knowledge that there is always hope despite our staggering human capacity for nihilism. I’d say, “do not set out on a journey without hope otherwise you are just travelling”. Doh! - why don’t I listen to myself??

What gives you most meaning in your life? LOVE: all is meaningless without it. (no really. It is - look at the eyes of those who have had love and had it taken away…the children of conflict, parents who have lost their child.) Nature comes a close second; because it contains so much that we have not the capacity to imagine or imagination to even begin to match.

The technology would have to be a set of universal spanners - because there will always be tight nuts to loosen.

Creativity, carry this with you and we all have hope.

A value? Infinity (is that a value?): that there is always somewhere, something further, which coupled with hope gives us the need to make the journey…

Questions:
Where are you going? Or rather, which direction are you setting off in?
How will you get there?
which of your/our experience is essential, and which is mere baggage?
Have you got everything you need with you? What is that?

A thing: I’d take Jude, October 11 blog, s/he would seem like a good ‘thing’ to take along (to be fair, I’d take anyone who has contributed to this blog, lovely stuff). And I’d be lost without my radio and my bike.

1. That people will realize that justifying religious wars is not excusable anymore, but a more understanding towards each other coming from the basis of religion and spirituality is a more righteous and happier path.

2. Dancing freely around my bedroom when nobody is looking and going to festivals where I can release that energy into the air and share smiles with like minded folk. I also love to fire dance with poi and staff as well as tribal fusion belly dancing.

3. Rebuilding the friendship with my family and being able to travel and see the world.

4. I hope that some day I might feel that I would like to bring a child into this world knowing that their future is safe from war, pollution, unthinking governments, abuse, and unthinkable crimes against humanity. That instead, the air will be cleaner due to cleaner energy used for all households etc, there will be clean water, compassion, trust, and real laughter amongst people once again as no one lives in fear of the next person.


You are going on a journey into the far future, you can take:

5. Technology: Laptop with a good wifi connection:)

6. A value: Hope and love

7. A skill you possess: Nursing

8. A thing:
Would have to be a few things: my travel shawl as its great for keeping warm as well as doubling up as a towel if needed.
A Swiss army champ knife because it has everything on there including things I haven’t found a use for yet!
And if I could I would also take my cat, Calvin.

what i would like to take with me is a dance to cross-boundaries & time & words. i know that the pen is mightier than the sword, but actions speak louder than words.

What defines us as human? empathy, compassion
1...clean planet
2....wild swimming....wild flowers....navigation
3.....my parents...my sisters....my brother...my husband....my cats..
4....clean water...
5...navigation
6....clean water...quality of light...
7...navigation
8 a seed? a nut? an apple pip???

1 - attitudes to each other -tolerance
2 - making something out of nothing - turning junk into treasure
3 - being part of something bigger than myself
4 - finding my place in the universe, dicovering something?
5 - an elastic band - you can do so many things with it! a seed, a camera
6 - hope - that we are still here in the future
7 - puppetry, growing things, ideas
8 - a swiss army knife and an open mind!
I'd leave behind regrets and fears - and all debts

1. I hope that people can live with humour, and have more faith in humanity, get addicted to alphalpha sprouts, become less concerned with inflicting pain in the name of god, get greener and better connected to live things, drink good wine.
2. I have forgotten hobbies, I work and look after my lover and my children - this makes me happy.
3. family, friends, a sense of place and purpose.

4. to roll with the punches and find joy, beauty and ease in things that are hard, sad and ugly, to share this with others.
5 ? something everyone can have/do
6. compassion
7. seeing a bright side
8. blanket

What makes you happy?

What's your magic?(no limits, no compromise)

What essentially defines us as human? A certain abstraction perhaps? Or alienation and the ongoing tug of the heart to somehow overcome it. Lies. Language. Young that take a lifetime to care for, not a season (we needed loving hearts for that one).

for being the only species capable of destroying such a vast number of ecosystems through parasitic exhaustion of natural resources
...sorry, did i miss the sentiment?

I want to see an end to religion, and an acceptance that god doesn't exist. No longer could people justify their actions as gods will, and people would therefor be totally responsible for their own actions. People would live for the present, appreciate the wonders around them, the beauty of nature, the love of each other, and the joy's of each others traditions, cultures and language.

I'd take with me a fine bottle of red wine.

Memory...Being able to know who we are and where we come from.

I agree with Abiguti for imagination, but I say thinking can be the thing who define us as humans, and more precisely the thinking of idealism: to want a better world, more love, more friendship, liberty, fraternity, equality etc... ^^!

kindness.... all kinds of kindness....yes even the tough love kind.....
without it we are all lost

imagination - you can escape your own constricted space, make poetry, travel through walls, inside and out of people. You can fly, sink, be a hero and save the world from the tip of your nose. You can be everthing you want.

escape from one conflict and let the journey start until the next conflict is met and the jounrey stops. you halt to resolve that conflict and then start again . you go from one beauitufl to journey to another always stopping to solve conflicts until you die and just before you die you realise that these conflicts made your life, who you are and stated where you would be and how you would be. the journey is just the bridge between the conflicts.

I hope that in the future the threat of murder will go away but I have small hope. I think people killing people is mind bending, and the threat of death upon oneself or of a loved one is a very mysterious and choking thing.
I would also like to leave ignorance in the past. But then again it might be a catastrophe if everyone were level-headed.
And if I had to take one think into the future it would be the book 'The Pigeon' by Patrick Suskind. I have a strange comfortable attachment to it, I feel that if I was lost in oblivion but still gripping the book, it would all be ok.

May I take a little photo album with me? Inside is my own story. This is my idea: put together a photoalbum of your own life at which ever point you think this is suitable. I mine I have pictures, my children, my pets, things flat enough to put inside the plastic sleeves, train tickets, notes, autographs, postcards and dedications "to the most beautiful girl in the world" signed Jack Tibbs.

Marmite on toast because it's great for hagovers and after long journeys by sea, air or car. I would also like to take one tea bag in case of emergencies. Thank you. Where exactly are we going?

A 50p coin just in case to go with Mike's watch. I sense some turbulence coming so better be ready!

a wristwatch, I know this is odd.

1 - Stop globalization! A more equitable distribution of resources. Open borders.
2 - Playing with dollies. Dressing up my dogs. Making shrines.
3 - Telling stories. Listening to stories. The pool of memory.
4 - Divine intervention. A new age of miracles. A return of providence.
5 - Gaffa tape and a gluegun to hold the world together. And writing, of course.
6 - Courage, hope, faith (although I think they're virtues)
7 - Finding the strange in the familiar, feeding the thousands.
8 - My laptop (fully loaded with stuff...)

a question:
what would you like to leave behind you?

What defines us as humans? often but not always - thinking and wanting too much.
I'd wish to take my lovers hand (with the rest of him attached) but do you have to jump alone?
About pleasures - Completing a task satisfies me - finding solutions - moments of eureka. Singing, dancing, walking, playing, laughing, drinking red wine, smoking - though I have stopped! - abandonment, freedom, beaches, the sea, water, swimming, floating, kissing, cuddles, red wine, jasmine, my granny's smile, getting into bed after a long day - or a great kiss... - stretching, breathing deeply, the company of friends, time to potter, finding new corners in a phrase of a song, a good bass line, getting my fringe cut/cutting my fringe and on and on
meaning - purpose
A change? a global belief in the possibility of peace and willingness to cooperate towards it. I was at speakers corner yesterday - boy oh boy. Ditto the need to take individual responsibility.
Can I take wings incase I get sea sick? If not then travel ease.

The technology for me would have to be writing, so it's a supply of pen and paper to take with me on the journey. If it's a lonely journey even more reason to. If a waste amount of space is involved and you are sitting in your pod surveying what goes outside you want to make a record of if, no matter how simple. You may come upon something no one has seen yet, you make a sketch of it or you note that the object in question was 14cm wide, with an orange skin and an outer shell, like some weird mollusc which happen to collide against your pod, ship or what ever. I will need pen and paper to keep a log of the beautiful adventure.

3. The smell of changing seasons, woodland, dead leaves glowing, moss, rain, stopping for silence.
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written by Emil, October 09, 2007
1.Earth back in balance
2.Looking at wallpaper
3.Being loved
4.Rediscovering wonder
5.Solar panel electricity
6.Astronomy Books
7.Making things from unsuspecting objects
8.Pot Noodle, indispensable for those long journeys

1.Level of politeness of people in this country especially on the bus
2.Combing my cat
3.Wimbledon library (reading detective books)
4.People able to hover two inches above ground so that they can utilise more space on the pavement

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5.A cassette tape recorder (and a cassette, and batteries)
6.Esmeralda, my cat
7.My neuroticism
8.My guitar (also my Renault Clio 92 if possible)

1.No more boundaries, go where you want to go
2.Imagining history
3.Space, lots of it
4.The size of the world becoming infinite and man getting completely lost in it

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5.Beer making kit
6.Warmth
7.Taking a gamble
8.My shoes