Australian Idol Anthony Callea singing the Prayer.
He may pursue a life of the adventurous business entrepreneur or the genius scientist or the social champion or even all of them. It’s his choice as he’s making an important one today to begin and end his promise of faith. That’s courage inspite of peer and societal pressure.
Soon, very soon he will be making all the growing up decisions he needs to make. I will be there to be his guide, his friend, his mentor to help him on his way to hopefully make the right decisions as he journeys through life.
Then, one day, he can say he is travelling his own Sovereign Journey. Good Luck Dominick.
Strange, but going home seems like a trip overseas in itself. Being the intrepid self conjures up the glories and romance of travel in the eyes of the many people I get to know in many foreign lands.
If they only knew. The romance of travel can quickly turn the dreamer from a lover to a hater very quickly. Often, the reason is because most people are sorely unprepared for the travel itself. The journey can wear them out and the events and circumstances can drive you up the wall and a very high wall at that.
The glossy pictures and brochures are certainly not what they find. Unless you’re utterly prepared in body (health), mind (que sera, sera) and soul (respect and acceptance of the other side of life).
Making my way home, is almost an oxymoronic way of accepting that phrase. Where is home – really? Is it where I have my official address of residence or where I my heart belongs? Technically, I guess, I’m going home but emotionally, I’m just visiting again.
Where do I hang my hat? Some soul searching finds me casting back to fond memories of people and places. And that’s where I want to be at any one time.
And yes there are terrible times, places and people too I have lived through in the deep dark recesses of my life. No, I most certainly won’t go there.
Family! That’s the answer. The Family. Now who is family is often debated through time itself. They are your offspring, the parents, the uncles, the cousins, the grandmothers and closest of friends. Now, that can amount to a huge number of people in your fold.
For me, they are all over the world. But I should make a choice and I miss them all at one time or another. Perhaps it is Quantum physics to blame, my being stretched over so many places over so short a time.
Then again, it might be because I AM in so many places but as in the great physics of The Stream Of Time according to the Yi-Jing, I am in all those places, all at once!
Hugs from my son and my beautiful lady soon agreed with me – I’m Home.
Strange, but going home seems like a trip overseas in itself. Being the intrepid self conjures up the glories and romance of travel in the eyes of the many people I get to know in many foreign lands.
