Mountains @ MindSay

When I am not there with the one I love my heart becomes filled with sad things. I think of him always, my heart dwells on his distance.
Sometimes I consider my relationship with the man I am to love forever, the man who I will be leaving England aged so very few summers to be with on distant shores, housed in the high mountains of Colorado where the sky is always blue. I imagine the red mountains darker than any harem, pleasingly warming to the eye. I imagine the sunsets more beautiful than any flower.
My dearest reader I would follow him anywhere, to the fields of cropped gold by the flooding delta of Egypt, through the busy streets of Seattle, across the vast ocean blue, walk with him in the pleasant gardens of England. I would not follow him to the ends of the earth for they are far too limiting, only throughout the universe itself I would follow him, and even then not to its' ends. There are no ends in a love such as this.

Today something beautiful happened to me, something that I cannot explain.
I know no one would understand or believe me because I do not understand it myself and had I not experienced it I could not have believed it either..
I cannot tell anyone of my precious secret.
And if it is true then it is indeed more precious than life.
My loved one said this:

[02:43:27] Daniel says: Wont you tell me your secret? Hm
[02:43:39] Daniel says: How mysterious.
[02:43:49] Isibella says: You would not believe me.
[02:43:53] Isibella says: It is as simple as that.
[02:43:56] Daniel says: I might.
[02:44:04] Daniel says: I believe a lot of strange things.
[02:45:36] Daniel says: For instance, I believe that you love me more than anyone has ever loved anyone.
[02:52:54] Daniel says: You will not reveal your beautiful secret?
[02:53:39] Isibella says: I cannot

I wonder if there is truth in his words? Is it possible to love someone more than anyone has ever loved before? How could we know or measure it? Especially when people die for one another so frequently. Perhaps this is a different kind of love, much like Radharani's love for Lord Madhava.
“The transcendental mellow relished by the gopis in Braja is super excellently featured in Srimati Radharani. Mature assimilation of the transcendental humuor of conjugal love is represented by Srimati Radharani, whose feelings are incomprehensible even to the Lord Himself. The intensity of Her loving service is the highest form of ecstasy. No one can surpass Srimati Radharani in relishing the transcendental mellow qualities of the Lord.” (Caitanya Caritamrita Adi 4.50, purport)

Incomprehensible..

Here are some more pictures of Bobbie's visit.  The first are the lights from the airplane. The second is of Bobbie at the Indian restaurant we went to.  She loved this place because it reminded her of the delicious Indian cuissine we enjoyed in South Africa. She was eleven when we came to the US so she remembers more than her siblings do about it.

 

The rest are scenes; I tried to pick some of the best ones, since she took hundreds. 

 

Then the last two are the loto of our little home missions church and myself and the guitar player, doing the music.  We are looking for revival and growth very soon now, but are proud of the ones who are coming already!

 

Bonnie

Time stands still between Trent and Tori.  They sing, I feel.  The feelings I feel range in motion.  Am I saying my emotions move?  Of course I am.  Why else would they be called e-motions?  They move me from day to day, from one point to another.  Why cry or laugh unless something moved me to that particular pedestal of the moment?  There's a million pedestals just waiting for me to step up and take the feeling.  Unfortunately, I  have to swim through the waters of confusion to find the pedestal I want.  And sometimes pedestals move on their own accord and I end up on the wrong one.  Trent and Tori  always help me find the right one, the one I need at that moment.  The moment I hear their voices, I know which direction to aim for.  Taking them away from me would  be like leaving me there in the waters of confusion to flounder and eventually drown.  At least, that's what it used to be before I made the decision to share my life with Josh.

He's the one that's made it easier by putting a path of sorts just above the surface so I don't have to struggle swimming.  I'm not a very strong swimmer at all.  There's large hills and mountains in front of the more negative pedestals to make it more difficult to reach them.  I'm not saying I never manage to hike over the terrain.  I do.  Sometimes a big black bird carries me over.  I try to free myself from it's huge claw-like talons, but it does no good to struggle.  It's grip is usually too firm to allow escape.  Struggling only leaves me sore and bruised.  So, when I reach those negative pedestals, I usually have no choice.  The songs of Trent and Tori sometimes find me there all alone, but their voices help me find a way out.  And Josh's... his soothe me in a way no other voice ever can.

For those of you unaware of Dire Straits, they were a very good band whose music blends virtuoso blues riffs with poetic, often socially-conscious lyrics.  A number of their songs are staples on Classic Rock radio, including this one, which articulates how I feel these days...

Here I am again in this mean old town
And you're so far away from me
And where are you when the sun goes down
You're so far away from me

So far away from me
So far I just cant see
So far away from me
You're so far away from me

I'm tired of being in love and being all alone
When you're so far away from me
I'm tired of making out on the telephone
And you're so far away from me

So far away from me
So far I just cant see
So far away from me
You're so far away from me

I get so tired when I have to explain
When you're so far away from me
See you been in the sun and Ive been in the rain
And you're so far away from me

So far away from me
So far I just cant see
So far away from me
You're so far away from me

Keep on Rockin
-SAW

Just a couple pics from my trip out to Denver last weekend.  New header pic is also part of this set.  Conditions for shooting weren't good, but I was pleasantly surprised by how these turned out despite that.  These were taken near Frisco, CO.