Arranging my life before 1:20 pm TOMORROW!

Thinking I can arrange my life before it completely changes is somewhat ironic to me.  I just modified my voicemail greeting to an appropriate extended absence.  I soon will be going to get my traveler's checks.  I dropped off old clothes at The Goodwill and am staring at seemingly large bottle of malaria pills, which apparently ALL have to be consumed over my travels..  As the hours pass, India becomes more and more legit.  I'm excited and have not been nervous, yet. I am awaiting the moment the JAL Flight 1 to Narita connecting to Bangkok Thailand wheel's release any pervious apprehensive ideas of turning back.  That is not to say any or all emotions of apprehension will no longer be with me, they for sure will be intensified. This is where my palms may start to sweat for the next 3 months, metaphorically speaking, and I will begin laugh with my "no turning back" decision.  At the same time their will be a large smile full gratification.

I am going to India tomorrow.  Well, actually, first I will fly to Thailand with a fellow SU student, Traci, and we will veg out on the beaches as we adjust ourselves to our silly important life changing commitment.  Katie, another SU student, the final addition to the tri-pod, will meet us sometime on Monday and the official ball will begin to roll on it's way to Calcutta India.

I have to get back to disposing my current life, so cannot write much more...but... 

Fr. Cobb had us do some reflection on sunset horizons while on the Oregon coast.  This was my first impression, in thought form.  They (horizons) are nothing more than a line which represent "the continuum" my continuum.  I see that established line in the distance when I get there it will be gone, in so far as I have another one to look for. This is the momentum (Little Sis thank you for the 2 great key words, I think you know what I am talking about) of my life right now, until I find my sunset to stop and live with. Look for your next horizon, follow your heart to the horizon of your sunset which perpetuates your life.  

I know, I am laughing too because this is so "deep" and "emo" (you know who you are and what I mean when I refer to "emo"). Maybe it's the wonderful production of Anjunabeats (which actually is inspired from the beaches of Anjuna, India) that makes me write silly things.  But I won't stop , I will do my best to share my experiences with whomever decides to read this.  But in saying that, know that my conceptualization of whatever experience I will have across the waters, on the other side of the Pacific and Indian oceans will not be articulated well.  Not because I try to be a sophisticated writer and sound cool, or because I am just a inarticulate writer, but because as written by Rainer Maria Rilke in Letters to a Young Poet:

"One cannot go into the nature of my versus (my experiences); for all critical intention is too far from us (you the reader).  With nothing can one approach a work of art so little as with critical words: they always come down to more or less happy misunderstandings.  Things are not all so comprehensible and expressible as one would mostly have us believe; most events are inexpressible, taking place in a realm which no word has ever entered, and more inexpressible than all else are works of art, mysterious existences, the life of which, while ours passes away, endures!"

Exactly! So fellow readers, bare with me, enjoy my experiences through my words.  Maybe our conversation over some chai when I come back will be more indicative of my time.

As you can tell I really like writing on this blog space, but I really need to finish closing this chapter of  my life in California for now.  Don't worry, my reasons for going and all other explanations will come from a internet cafe in Thailand.  

I am intoxicated with thrilled emotions! 

Peace be with you,

 Namaste