you could do better

In the Himalayan foothills you will understand clearly there are good spirits and bad spirits and some of the good spirits are visiting the foot-fills for the first time and they’re excited to be surrounded by ancient divinity but spirits being spirits they make mistakes ya know?  Marcella Ranagan’s spirit was with me the day I read the words she wrote to her son, my father, and the spirit of the woman and I made contact.  Simple.  And she was there when Keith and I were fleeing down the hill with rabid Chinese tourists behind us she, my grandmother, saw the young woman standing at the steps where tourists are supposed to follow to get off the mountain.  Maybe some tea, she saw her and I saw a blur of this person, all I saw was not again, and we turned in a disheveled colleague who wasn’t too sure about other things going on despite being newly rich and having three girlfriends was no one to help me understand what was going on. 

"You could do better"  that's all he offered. 

It would have been just fine but nothing was supposed to have happened.  It was an illusion behind an illusion behind an illusion and there is no reality if spirits don’t necessarily know what they’re getting themselves into though they know at least ten seconds into the future before us and that is good and that is our assurance to wake us up when it is necessary.   It’s easy to say this now since seven years has passed.

Marcella’s spirit lives today and she is near those who love the people she loved.  It’s pretty simple, don’t you think?  You don’t need to get doctrinal to know a bloodline connection crosses Bogg's bridge to the spirit in a heaven that's been right here for eternity.

It would be a new heaven to me, anyways.  

Anyways, God bless her, she had no idea who this woman was and I can’t blame her for not trying but there were no coincidences here that were meaningful coincidences.  It was a mis-informed coincidence we, you, Grandmother, because you were a tourist in a different place with different spirits, who like this young woman, was not who she says she was and you, Grandmother are not who others say you were.  But I think you know that anyways and it doesn’t matter.  Okay.

Large crowds in the streets of the capital have cancelled all classes today. 

I’m not disappointed at all.  I am out of butter and juice, I’ve finished grading one set of tests, another one waits, relax this afternoon, the sun is out and it feels good.

9:07pm

A plan is formulating for the next three months but is it the best plan, right now yes, timing is a bit important here and I have time to use I should use it because there’s only person this will be upset and he used to be in the armed forces.  Shit happens, boss.

But a summer in the rolling wild hills of Northern Galway County is becoming a bit of an interesting pilgrimage I didn’t consider before but perhaps it is.  With extra time I can do this otherwise I have to return to that countrybirthing of mine.

I revived the old ipod with the same 476 songs I’ve been listening to for the last six years and haven’t listened to for the last eleven months.  Audioslave still sounds good, but I gotta sleep soon.  Dunken Donuts Sheik yes, were barely breathing my friend but I got nothing left to hide, dude.

“Each year, The Reek, as it is colloquially known, attracts about 1 million pilgrims. On 'Reek Sunday', the last Sunday in July, over 25,000 pilgrims visit the Reek.”

The Reek, like hey Patreeek?

How could anyone find 113 connected names going back to 733BC or so?  Give or a take a hundred for all I know today.  

do you think I've just jinxed this whole idea by writing it out here instead of keeping it quiet until it was already a reality.  I don't know, a plan I wasn't discouraged to consider I guess?

5.17.16

10:26am—The next transport departure is at 10:45am.  I shouldn’t feel a bit guilty about taking the 11:50am at all.  I will return to the guesthouse no earlier than eight tonight, eight hours is eight hours checked in. 

And what work is there but a brief review of today’s class, return their tests, and consider there is more work ahead.  A lot more.  I mean why do it now when there will be time to do it then, right?  It’s all about budgeting the time.

You have to recuperate from last week and I slowly am.  I listen and watch the man cutting the grass outside with the gas push mower.  I can do that.  Another bright and clear morning.

No email yesterday from America.  A chance to think about it?  Oh Caroline did I put a bug in your ear, good gracious cousin I am not a threat.  You and Jimmy can own it and I’ll manage it.  Ay can’t I be offerin an opportunity to do some business with family? 

The way I look at it, here it is.  I’m leaving with enough money for university in Belgium or an investment in ancestral land if the winds take me to the mysterious orthodoxy’s of Georgia, the opportunities are blurry but one of them will happen or I wind up in the states with a used car and all my stuff in the back looking for work in San Francisco.

Time to go in.