I got an email from a friend telling me about the fun in the snow in England at the moment – snowball fights, snowmen, 5 hours spent with friends sliding along in the car for a usually 20 minute journey! And I am here – and I would have been there... and would have loved it! Here – the rain is pouring down and I zip through the puddles on my bike riding one handed with an umbrella in the other. I'm studying a book on “self discipline” and I'm making new friends who speak Albanian and have lived another kind of life. I'm happy – I just never could have guessed this. I've got to live this new life with as much commitment of delight and love as I would have - a snowball of fun across the waters. Is that saying goodbye to a life lived before? I don't exactly think so – I'm just sailing along with the currents and having been pulled far along in an undertow I'm learning to make sense and build new life on this “treasure island” that Gods wind blew me upon.
I have been this way since since childhood never ever wanting to let go of life that in reality was already transpiring away from me, like a vapour, like a tailwind. Its the people who have always been most important - though landscapes and seas, mountains, trees and old houses and dogs all had their weight of glory. My comfort in that is that God is a God of the eternal – and his relationships last forever – I can trust all my true friends of memories and present day to that. And here on the temporary planes they are out there sailing the seas too, and those surfing the same waves, well we'll bump into each other again one day – and I shall offer them exotic teas from foreign fields before once again sojourning on.