Today I decided to visit my best friend in Vancouver. I also planned to drop off my novel at a bookstore for their review.
I got up at an absurd hour, 4:00 am, and then caught a ferry to Vancouver at 7:00. The day was magnificent in its emerging and I always feel better when I am on the water, the gentle energy of the ocean and the breathtaking beauty of the islands that led the way to the mainland. The water seemed iridescent and magical and full of golds, pinks, mauve.
I arrived at the bookstore as they opened. I noticed that along with other books on spirituality and metaphysics they had a good section dedicated to social activism, which is the underlying message of my book. I left the book with them.
Then I took the long way into the city, walking along the ocean and the mountains, sailboats and windsurfers, the bright modern city nestled into this vista. It was a perfect west coast day, not too hot, ocean breezes and the scent of flowers, children and families laughing, lovers loving, folk music accompanying me as the yearly festival was being held in a nearby beach.
I met my dear friend and we had a three hour lunch and talked of things that were of importance to us, the beauty of our emerging world and the darkness that was soon to leave it. We both knew, intuitively, that we are all on the brink of a firestorm that is about to be unleashed, that the current state of affairs is untenable and cannot be sustained for much longer, but we also knew we were ready for this. Almost as though this was the "calm before the storm", as it were.
On the way home the sky was miraculous. Wonderful shapes and wisps, angels dancing in the sky, rainbows around them and the sun, and when I put on my sunglasses, the clouds turned into an aurora borealis: violet, gold, red, pink, all in the shape of an enormous angel that filled the entire sky with other angels circling the periphery. I could not take my eyes off this magnificent spectacle for the entire crossing.
At one point, a women came into my purview. She did not notice the celestial display, no one else seemed to. Her intention was to take as many selfies as she could, from all angles smiling, pouting, laughing...for who?? As I watched her and wondered about this phenomenon of people obsessed with themselves in this manner, it came to me that is is probably the result of great loneliness, a deep inner dis-ease, and so I started to look at her differently.
I wanted to tell her to turn around and look up, but she never did.
I got up at an absurd hour, 4:00 am, and then caught a ferry to Vancouver at 7:00. The day was magnificent in its emerging and I always feel better when I am on the water, the gentle energy of the ocean and the breathtaking beauty of the islands that led the way to the mainland. The water seemed iridescent and magical and full of golds, pinks, mauve.
I arrived at the bookstore as they opened. I noticed that along with other books on spirituality and metaphysics they had a good section dedicated to social activism, which is the underlying message of my book. I left the book with them.
Then I took the long way into the city, walking along the ocean and the mountains, sailboats and windsurfers, the bright modern city nestled into this vista. It was a perfect west coast day, not too hot, ocean breezes and the scent of flowers, children and families laughing, lovers loving, folk music accompanying me as the yearly festival was being held in a nearby beach.
I met my dear friend and we had a three hour lunch and talked of things that were of importance to us, the beauty of our emerging world and the darkness that was soon to leave it. We both knew, intuitively, that we are all on the brink of a firestorm that is about to be unleashed, that the current state of affairs is untenable and cannot be sustained for much longer, but we also knew we were ready for this. Almost as though this was the "calm before the storm", as it were.
On the way home the sky was miraculous. Wonderful shapes and wisps, angels dancing in the sky, rainbows around them and the sun, and when I put on my sunglasses, the clouds turned into an aurora borealis: violet, gold, red, pink, all in the shape of an enormous angel that filled the entire sky with other angels circling the periphery. I could not take my eyes off this magnificent spectacle for the entire crossing.
At one point, a women came into my purview. She did not notice the celestial display, no one else seemed to. Her intention was to take as many selfies as she could, from all angles smiling, pouting, laughing...for who?? As I watched her and wondered about this phenomenon of people obsessed with themselves in this manner, it came to me that is is probably the result of great loneliness, a deep inner dis-ease, and so I started to look at her differently.
I wanted to tell her to turn around and look up, but she never did.