February 13,2006

And so, it begins. After years and mountains of synchronistic events and trivialities, I am going to take a trip to France. I have known for a long time I would go there. No real way to say why I felt this but it has been as sure as I know anything else in this vague place of earthly delights. No need to tell. It’s all in the play now, and the unfolding of a story found in the gathering of pieces and parts that I hold dear and sacred. I have so little to back up the seeming real, so all this will be is a series of fortunate events experienced, revealed, discovered, remembered and portrayed.

I have decided to let it unfold like the mystery it is and give freedom to the imaginal. So if it seems a bit fantastic or unreal, just consider it poetic license.

This is a time in my life for formulating personal myth and a legacy for the ages to come.

All events, up until now, are scattered in me writings and may well be for generations (me children and grandchildren) to sort, if they see it as tangent to the path being formulated on this journey.

Hoping that I do not put forth too much personal philosophy or insight to the point of ad nauseam, I will attempt to paint a portrait that captures the reader in the events as they unfold. And if something inspires poems along the way I will insert them too, to be interpreted as they may.

Take to mind that all I write will be part fact and part fiction/imaginal. I will tell you how I see it through me eyes and heart alone.

So lift fair glass o wine and open our eyes as the veils lifts for both the seer and the seen.

Join me in a journey meant to confirm/affirm our right to magic and the inspirations of the everydays.