TTFN

Very soon I'm off to the airport. I'm going to Christchurch and tomorrow to Melbourne to spend 10 days at the Gawler Institute. I'll eat vegan food, meditate for a period every day and participate in classes on the relationship of body mind and spirit in the company of about 30 people in much the same position as me. I hope to walk a bit. Take photos of Kangaroos and Koalas and bright raucous birds. It's the deferred beginning of the sabbatical which was the starting point of this blog, all those months ago. The Gawler Institute doesn't offer an internet connection and doesn't encourage cell phones. So it'll be a week or two until you hear from me again. TTFN

Comments

Dan Gurney said…

May you find happiness, peace, well-being, and peace while you're on retreat. I'll hold you in my heart.

Be well.

9 March 2009 at 15:16

Alden Smith said…

Take care Kelvin. May the peace that passes all understanding guide you and keep you during your time there.

9 March 2009 at 21:47

Alden Smith said…

AND - I posted this on my blog yesterday and I would like you to have this too:

IRISH BLESSING

May the road rise to meet you,
And the sun stand at your shoulder,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rain fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

The Irish always say things better than I ever could.

9 March 2009 at 21:51

Anonymous said…

Kelvin, I wish you love, happiness, good health, and most of all, peace!
I hope your journey is wonderful, and everything you want it to be. I will be praying for you. God speed!

10 March 2009 at 07:23

Kelvin Wright said…

Greetings from an internet booth in Melbourne airport. Grey old day here, but at least nothing's on fire.

There is a sameness about airports - and hotels - the whole world over. They are places where noone lives; they are bardos. There is a particular flavour of spiritual deadness that clings to them.

10 March 2009 at 11:44

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