Well, Well, Well, That's a whole lotta changin goin on. Good for you, though. I think you have the right attitude.

I used to have a photo book of Ireland. Now I'm not sure what I did with it. Funny though. I remember perfectly the day that I bought it from a used book store here in abbotsford called Spirit & Nature.

A young lady was selling some books to Wayne (the proprietor) in order to fund her private school education a Trinity Western (Christian U). I sorted through a few romantic philosophy books, Kant, Kierkegard whatever and found the photo book. Apparently young miss had done some ministry work in Ireland and kindly informed be that one day I should go there because pictures simply weren't enough. She was very nice, smiley eyed, and we got to talking or, rather, I planted the seed of our ensuing and short lived conversation by noting that a good moral education is hard to find in public school (and by moral I simply meant ritualistic, but i guess that wasn't then nor is it now simple, although it seems like it should be or really is mmm). To which she haply replied, "yes. they have a problem with absolutes."

Pleasantly and genuinely dumbfounded I smiled and said goodbye.

Only now can I think of any kind of intelligent response, which is simply absolute good or any other homophonal absolute necessitates if it doesn't directly imply for the sake of wholeness (or holiness), absolute mystery. Interesting, the divine in all things, getting along in a universe with infinite rulers. Which begs the question, are we each, absolutely our Selves? And, if so, has not the empirical facts and laws of nature or biology already made creative room for individual divine creativity? So a = # x. (Love Space) Or I am and am not That and one with the spirit or infinite possiblity of that distinction, as well as the infinite laws of said possibility's actualization in the grand golden consensus or Reality that is consciousness or relationship "AS IT IS".

And I relate this little story only to say that true divinity necessitates that all things be accepted and, ultimately, acceptable.

But, still, I sure would love to go to Ireland, the homeland of the man, Yeats, who wrote

"Wandering Aengus"

Your ways be many

Then end is always near

Mother of my destiny

Ruler of my fate

Whose breath

Breathes into me

Even as I breathe

This life

This death

Through eye of grey

That peers into the mind of God

To watch the shadows dance

I will dance with you again once more,

Moon Goddess

"marga" & "desi"

Our Lord and Lady

That Animal and its Customs

Lead us to our Heart

So mote it be.

Amen.

So that's all for me for now.

Good luck with all your travel plans.

My sister just called me yesterday from Mazatlan where it is a cool 28 degrees c.

Dare we dream :-)

Landon

ps. All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream

D.H. Laurence

Well here goes...

i had this wonderful thing going on with a pretty amazing and inspiring guy.  He's seeking his Masters Degree in Divinity out in Nova Scotia.  This guy was the sun in my sky for a nice string of moons, but alas his potential flock got in the way.  Sheep tend to be an immovable object and i am an unstoppable force... so maybe we shouldn't meet.  So although i was planning on getting together with said Divinity student in April, that is no longer a notion.  So instead i will seek adventure in another land in April.  i think i'll go to Ireland for my vacation after all.

went to the passport office this morning, and airfares to Manchester are super cheap right now... $699 return.  So then factor in another few hundred to get me from Manchester to Dublin, about a grand for accomodations, and double that for frivolity and i have myself a $300 a day experience that i'll never forget.  i've never gone overseas on my own.  This will be wonderful.  i haven't had a day to myself  in so long i can't even imagine or remember what it's like.  i think it's been somewhere around 7 years lol.  oh well. 

so that's my scoop for right now.  a door closed and another opened.  blessed events these little disappointments that lead to adventure of immense proportions.  i am actually looking forward to my tax refund this year... it'll be funding this holiday hehehe. 

not much to report other than that. i've been sort of wallowing in the misery of loss and heartache this past week.  my head is clearing though... don't give up on me yet, my dear friend. lol.  i'll write again soon

be well and be blessed,

shalom

Shalom,

Thank you so much for the av.  On Sunday, I think my unwitting (but not witless) accomplices in wars of worlds by lords of words were as smitten with its gothic androgyne as I.

Anyway, I try.

Trust you are well. Back on the mainland now feels very far away in deed. Let me know how things are going with you, or just knock on my door if you ever run out of pixie dust.

Shalom,

Landon