Away from the hidden, secret, and unfathomed past.
There has been a storm of emotions, joy, fears, and hopes drifting to and from my mind these past 2 weeks. I feel the future coming fast. It is a strange feeling. A quickening. I am excited at the prospect of great change but also intimidated by it.
The flight to Brussels was canceled. Eyjafjallajokull made sure of that. I feel as if my destiny was changed like the characters in LOST. I feel like I avoided something that was set before me. Not sure what that was or if this is all in my head but I felt the stirrings of the universe at work and now I am patiently riding out the destiny that has been laid out before me.
One thing for sure is that had I gone to Belgium I would have missed out on last weekends York Rite rituals. I am so glad I didn't miss it. Raising to the degrees of the Royal Arch and the Cryptic Degrees was... as is said... Most Excellent! I had never considered going past the sublime degree of Master Mason and now that I have I can't have imagined not having done so. It was beautiful and very moving. The best part was that my favorite brothers were present for the all day event. I learned so much and gained even more in terms of things to ponder for the rest of my days.
Tonight we are off to see Band of Horses! I think it's their first time ever coming down to Florida. I hope they play old and new songs alike.
For now I leave you with an excerpt from Thomas Wolfe which describes my feelings at the moment:
He saw now that you can't go home again--not ever. There was no road back. Ended for him, with the sharp and clean finality of the closing of a door, was the time of his dark roots, like those of a pot-bound plant, could not be left to feed upon their own substance and nourish their own little self-absorbed designs. Henceforth, they must be spread outward--away from the hidden, secret, and unfathomed past that holds man's spirit prisoner--outward, outward toward the rich and life-giving soil of a new freedom in the wide world of all humanity. And there came to him a vision of man's true home, beyond the ominous and cloud-engulfed horizon of the here and now, in the green and hopeful and still-virgin meadows of the future.
The flight to Brussels was canceled. Eyjafjallajokull made sure of that. I feel as if my destiny was changed like the characters in LOST. I feel like I avoided something that was set before me. Not sure what that was or if this is all in my head but I felt the stirrings of the universe at work and now I am patiently riding out the destiny that has been laid out before me.
One thing for sure is that had I gone to Belgium I would have missed out on last weekends York Rite rituals. I am so glad I didn't miss it. Raising to the degrees of the Royal Arch and the Cryptic Degrees was... as is said... Most Excellent! I had never considered going past the sublime degree of Master Mason and now that I have I can't have imagined not having done so. It was beautiful and very moving. The best part was that my favorite brothers were present for the all day event. I learned so much and gained even more in terms of things to ponder for the rest of my days.
Tonight we are off to see Band of Horses! I think it's their first time ever coming down to Florida. I hope they play old and new songs alike.
For now I leave you with an excerpt from Thomas Wolfe which describes my feelings at the moment:
He saw now that you can't go home again--not ever. There was no road back. Ended for him, with the sharp and clean finality of the closing of a door, was the time of his dark roots, like those of a pot-bound plant, could not be left to feed upon their own substance and nourish their own little self-absorbed designs. Henceforth, they must be spread outward--away from the hidden, secret, and unfathomed past that holds man's spirit prisoner--outward, outward toward the rich and life-giving soil of a new freedom in the wide world of all humanity. And there came to him a vision of man's true home, beyond the ominous and cloud-engulfed horizon of the here and now, in the green and hopeful and still-virgin meadows of the future.