good things begin with Ice

As an Engineer, who runs a company(s), with four (4) kids ar home, there is very little not already planned in my life.
This week will be different.
I have a journal containing a bunch of place names and addresses and phone numbers, but prior to today's lunch at the Frontier (all hale the huevos rancheros), it did not contain an itinerary.
So I am here at Glorieta, having eaten a wonderful meal with Iceman and Shannon and their tagalongs. Ice is generally accepted in the world of all things Kaleo to be that which the rest of us strive to emulate. It is a pleasure to see him (that sounded insincere, but it is not).
Before I set the alarm, I must decide what I am doing tomorrow. Oh, the pressure.

journey man

i have put together my thoughts for the week down in my journal, just to give me some ideas of what to do, if i find myself needing ideas of what to do.
now i just need to remember to bring my journal
i am attempting to leave the cluttering aspects of life behind: no ipod for the plane, no quick read fiction novels, no serious read life-books. working through how exactly to be still, a challenge not often afforded us within this world.
i seek peace, and harmony with God and my self and my life.
i seek vision and voice - both God's and my own.
i attempt to do such with reverence and patience. i may be forever changed next week, or i may just refresh a bit. i don't know exactly when i'll find out on that one.

home again

I was heading to Joshua Tree via Phoenix Airport, but the prices jumped while I slept on it.
And there she was, calling me gently, reminding me of the sweet smell of her perfume, her vistas, and the undercurrent addiction to her cooking. A seed planted, returning for a second reunion, venturing across the homeland.
I am going to New Mexico.

While I was not sure what I wanted to do while deciding, I am living in great joy knowing that I will be venturing there in eight short days.
The despair of not being able to stay...