Regarding the Sagrada Familia

With little time before my flight to the Himalayas, I thought I would post these interior shots of la Sagrada Familia. The vision of one man, the work of many. A modern monument to the capacity of faith to bridge the gap between a soul and God. A living, organic vehicle inside of which a perspective of eternity can be gained.
Within this breathing, muscular core, there is time to pause and reflect, and we all become gardners of our faith and Gaudi merely an oracle through which we encounter our own version of the divine.

Post Istanbul / Pre Nepal - Doha Edition

Sitting in the lounge at Doha, reflecting on how many bad decisions a seasoned traveler can make despite him/herself. Qatar Airlines shall never be spoken of again, nor flown. I will not elaborate because at the end of the day, the buck stops here. That being said, I have never experienced a less service oriented or narrow minded staff. May they reap what they sow and realize that discounted rates will not be sufficient to perpetuate business. I will not be back.

Enough on that, as I have had so many wonderful eye opening experiences since my departure from The Bay a few weeks ago. The learning curve has been steep, but much has been revealed through the journey which finds me here.

From Barcelona to Avingon to Paris, Istanbul, and now, passing through Doha on the way to the Himalayan Kingdom of Nepal. Blessed be the way, the force through which we find the flower.

Opening Salvo - Summer 2012 - European Edition

After spending a few wedding weekends in Cali and the Mid-Atlantic with old friends and making new friends this past week traveling through Spain and France, I am feeling very thankful for both the people who have enriched my life so much along the way and for those whom I have just had the good fortune to meet. I will try to keep a record of the moments shared and places visited along the way.

The aim: total coverage.

Kawasaki!

(Little bandit needs premium, Dude!)

Testing

Testing from Avignon.

Wherefor art thou America, America?

Arrival in DC - June 17 2012

From this swamp surged a fresh tide of novel liberties, and as it receedes, we are left with the sludge and residue of our violent past, through which the future becomes ever more obscured. Would that we could find our compass and follow the light to brighter seas.

Ripple

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they're better left unsung.
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone,
If you should stand then whos to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.

Written & Performed by the
Grateful Dead