Gaudi's wisdom

There are no straight lines in nature [or in my life].
Sometimes things fit better if you break them first.
Sometimes things that are already broken are beautiful if you fit them together with other broken pieces.

Two days in Barcelona have taught me to love Gaudi. What shameless audacity his work shows, and yet it's still so practical.

In response to comments, I stopped over in the UK for a night before joining my daddy-o in Spain. There had been a four day theology talk-a-thon (forum, conference something, I dunno) at the centre. I caught the tail end.

I'm recovering from jetlag and my first bout of homesickness. It's exciting to be in a country where most people can't speak English. Our amazing hostess speaks a beautiful French though. Stay well,

Arrival!

One theology class in university didn't quite teach me the necessary endurance for an environment where such discussions blossom all day, every day. Though I think I will continue to prefer actions to words, I will undoubtedly learn a lot about the latter during my time here. Learning is good.

Incidentally, Englad won yesterday. Go England!

4 days

...and counting until the beginning of my European adventure. Real life seems to have gone on sabbatical, I'm having some trouble believing that I'm really leaving.
I think I need to take more time to think about why I'm going, hence my need to "consider the wind." I also think I will need to be intentionally reflective for the whole run if it's going to be the experience I want it to be, and if I'm going to be the instrument I aim to be. I'm hoping communicating with you folk over this blog will help me in that. I'm looking forward to some dialogue.
I've never had a blog before, we'll see how long this lasts...