"But what," badgers a relentless voice, "exactly are you doing out here? What are you accomplishing? What are you getting out of it? And what, oh especially what are you going to do with your life?"

The voice usually stops me. Knocks me down, kicks sand in my face. But this time, finally, I tell the voice to shut up. It's a stupid question, what are you going to do with your life. Setting out to do something with your life is like sitting down to eat a moose. Nobody ever did anything succussfully with their life. Instead they did something with their day. Each day.

Sunrise is birth. Sleep is death. Each day is your life.

Let the moose run. Eat some blueberries.
- Douglas Wood

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Fickle I may be but it feels right

Hello every body

Well my plans are changing again! Basically I SUSPECT I will be home for Christmas!
After speaking with a good friend and family member it started to become clear to me that
what I think I need to do in Syria is going to take a lot of time AND there are some really time sensitive things I would like to come home for. I'm a best Man after all and I've got some friends that will only be in Canada for this year and so many other reasons. Just the thought of going back home for Christmas conjured up so much joy inside me that I started to strongly suspect that it was the right thing to do.
I feel I wasn't meant to take the first cargo boat. That I needed to prove my commitment to the Divine, discover that I may have a significant purpose in Syria that will likely be more successful with more experience, insight, knowledge and time. As well I now plan to travel through Thailand, Laos, Vietnam and then into China to Hong Kong. I've got a friend in Thailand that just contacted me and I have already purchased a Chinese Visa. These I'm taking as some signs. I'm sure there will be some people I'm meant to meet a long this route.
HOWEVER,
I'm still planning on taking a Vipassana course and if I receive significant signs during it that I should not go home and instead somewhere else I may change my plans again.
My heart hopes not.
I feel I must let you(s) know that I can't make any guarantees.
Don't book a flight to come in see me in other words :b
I hope this post finds people looking around them and really seeing where they are, in this moment.
Love,
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