I've never been religious. I'd like to think I'm spiritual -- I feel that there is more to life than just the carbon-based temporal existance (though I live like an existentialist). There are elements of religions that I like very much, such as the Quakers and some pagan things, and hell, the Catholics have beautiful art. I like ritual, I like ceremony -- I got married, after all -- but really, the non-demoninational sort suits me better.
That said, I find I'm craving an afterlife. I don't want Milton's Heaven (or his Hell, thankyouverymuch) or St. Augustine's, or that crazy Margery Kempe's, or Jerry Fallwell's or anyone elses'. I don't need white wings or fluffly clouds, or even a Divine Being other than the daily divinity I enjoy living on the Sunshine Coast. I actually think I'd prefer more of a Divine Democracy than any of the 'God' I have seen described.
What I do want, however, is to know that love continues on. I look at my husband and I feel as though I cannot bear it if something this special, this precious -- this divine -- ends when our carbon finally burns out of its oxygen-fueled fire.
This love is too much to be contained by our bodies. It has to continue.
It just has to.
Well then.
Friday Night
at Di's listening to music... it's been so long. So long since we've been here, with the warm lights overhead and rich carpets below creating a bright space surrounded by a warm and fragrant dark.
That said, it's been a while since the dark was warm and fragrant, given the dire overcast-yness of the summer so far. We haven't been hiking much, and we haven't been at Di's much, and mostly we've been working hard and playing music all over the place. Ok, Steve's been playing and I've been working. We've done several lightning trips into town, Alex has visited for a week and we've been enjoying our first summer as newlyweds. If you haven't guessed, I'm excuse-ing madly for my lack of blogging!
We're gearing up (literally, given our MEC shopping list) for our upcoming trip to Turkey and planning wildly. I realized (having worked five days so far this week and looking forward to going into the office tomorrow. And maybe Sunday. Gah!) that it has been a very long time since I've had a holiday.
Doing the West Coast Trail last year was nice for the first few days... not so much for the last week. It was hardly relaxing, in any case. The wedding was lovely, but not relaxing either; our mini-moon was wracked with coughing so was less restful than it might have been. But that's ok because YAY we're going to Turkey!
Di, Steve, Blaine and Mick were playing the 'camel suite' -- Andro and Dromedary, which Steve wrote -- and it inspired thoughts of Persian spice and dark nomadic tents on the Selcuk road.
The moon is rising over the ocean and the banter and dropping notes are underwritten by waves on the beach. What a magical place. What a magical time in my life: full of music and planning for our trip, planning for our life. I'm so lucky.
That said, it's been a while since the dark was warm and fragrant, given the dire overcast-yness of the summer so far. We haven't been hiking much, and we haven't been at Di's much, and mostly we've been working hard and playing music all over the place. Ok, Steve's been playing and I've been working. We've done several lightning trips into town, Alex has visited for a week and we've been enjoying our first summer as newlyweds. If you haven't guessed, I'm excuse-ing madly for my lack of blogging!
We're gearing up (literally, given our MEC shopping list) for our upcoming trip to Turkey and planning wildly. I realized (having worked five days so far this week and looking forward to going into the office tomorrow. And maybe Sunday. Gah!) that it has been a very long time since I've had a holiday.
Doing the West Coast Trail last year was nice for the first few days... not so much for the last week. It was hardly relaxing, in any case. The wedding was lovely, but not relaxing either; our mini-moon was wracked with coughing so was less restful than it might have been. But that's ok because YAY we're going to Turkey!
Di, Steve, Blaine and Mick were playing the 'camel suite' -- Andro and Dromedary, which Steve wrote -- and it inspired thoughts of Persian spice and dark nomadic tents on the Selcuk road.
The moon is rising over the ocean and the banter and dropping notes are underwritten by waves on the beach. What a magical place. What a magical time in my life: full of music and planning for our trip, planning for our life. I'm so lucky.
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