earthly voyages

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The landing pages are to be used as topic-introduction sections of the site, which debrief the reader on the particular category of posts.

 

Immigration

This is an important issue which demands further attention and consideration from all of us.

IMMIGRATION

    Immigrants are ESSENTIAL!

    Indigenous Affairs

    It is important to respect and bear in mind the indigenous people who hold an often overlooked, but crucial and integral position in our community.

    INDIGENOUS AFFAIRS

    Indigenous Affairs

    Poems for Palestine by BRT

    Law Stories

    Miscellaneous

    Exactly what the concept of miscellaneous is needed for as reflected by the range of subject titles to the right.

    Organizational Affiliations

    “Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much.” — Helen Keller

    Building with Organizational Affiliations

    Sports Writing

    When the game is afoot, I find the field of sports to be a great source of inspiration and entertainment.

    Sports Writing category image.

    Travel

    Many travel books and travel videos are immensely well done, although no amount of reading about or videos of the pyramids at Giza or a village in India can compare to the overwhelmingly physical and sensual experience of being there.

    My travel writings all seek to convey something intimate about the setting I am describing, to capture the “feel” of a unique place on the planet as experienced at a unique point in time by a unique narrator briefly passing through.

    Poetry

    Beach Body by Publius Ovidius Naso

    Mane erat: egreditur tectis ad littus; & illum
    Moesta locum repetit, de quo spectarat euntem,
    Dumque moratus ibi; dumque, Hic retinacula solvit,
    Hoc mihi discedens dedit oscula littore, dicit:
    Dumque notata oculis reminiscitur acta, fretumque
    Prospicit; in liquida spatio distante tuetur
    Nescio quid, quasi corpus, aqua; primoque, quid illud
    Esset, erat dubium. Postquam paulo appulit unda;
    Et quamvis aberat, corpus tamen esse liquebat;
    Qui foret, ignorans, quia naufragus, omine mota est;
    Et, tanquam ignoto lachrymam daret, Heu, miser, inquit,
    Quisquis es, & siqua est conjux tibi! fluctibus actum
    Fit propius corpus. Quod quo magis illa tuetur,
    Hoc minus, & minus est mentis. Iam iamque propinquae
    Admotum terrae, iam quod cognoscere posset,
    Cernit: erat conjux. Ille est, exclamat: & una
    Ora, comas, vestem lacerat: tendensque trementes
    Ad Ceyca manus, Sic, o carissime conjux,
    Sic ad me, miserande, redis? ait. Adjacet undis
    Facta manu moles: quae primas aequoris iras
    Frangit; & incursus quae praedelassat aquarium.
    Insilit huc: mirumque fuit potuisse; volabat:
    Percutiensque levem modo natis aera pennis,
    Stringebat summas ales miserabilis undas.

    Australia

    Stories from Australia

    I leave Jakarta as fast and far behind as I can, flying to Perth in Western Australia, where I spend the night at a real hotel, eat in a real restaurant, drink water from the tap, talk easily with folks who speak almost comprehensible English, and catch an early bus the next day for the six hour ride to Mount Barker, in the Porongurups, and a short but important rendezvous with Joy, her son Loren, and Joy’s brother Clyde who have spent the prior week together at the family retreat working and reworking a huge deck and porch they have designed to expand two full sides of the house they built with Joy and Clyde’s father before he died in a horrible car crash on these very roads just days before Loren was born in 1986.
    I am wearing my US Boat to Gaza T-shirt under an open throated button shirt as I get to the bus station in Perth such that only the last three letters of the word “Boat” show, and when I look in the mirror at the station what I see resting above my heart is the word “tao,” the path, and I feel reinforced by this guidance, that I am on the great path, as it must be, and as we each and all are, the great Dharma unfolding and revealed with every footfall.
    The time in Australia feels like a transitional interlude on the symphonic pathway of this particular voyage. It is a long hike for just a few days to a place I have been before, but the meaning of my presence to Joy and her kin far exceed the “travel value” of my time there, visiting the resting places of Joy’s parent’s ashes and the home she physically built with her family, particularly her father, to share in and experience the energy that adheres to Cuming clan sacred ground, as I did in Scotland, and to be present for and with Joy on her 58th birthday celebration in Perth amongst friends from her life when Joy was fourteen and her family moved here through the early years of Loren’s life as an infant and child before the Cape called them back to the U.S. I marvel at Joy’s, Clyde’s, and Loren’s energy, skill, and devotion, as they work (exceedingly hard) together. I serve as camp cook and dishwasher, a role I relish before we return to Perth to stay with Sarah and Bruce Campbell who share their home and interests with great grace, to a party for Joy hosted by Clyde, Sue, and their gifted son Darby, and to all too brief a time with Dawn Meader who guides us to Bali – visit her website – where less than 72 hours after leaving Jakarta – most of that time seated in planes, buses, and automobiles – Joy and I arrive amidst the mountains, rice terraces, and lovely souls of Sideman.