In a message dated 10/27/2009 2:00:15 AM Central Daylight Time, [log in to unmask] writes:


Michael,  But you didn't come visit me in VT, what happened?  Ruth

PS:  Sounds like you had a helluva trip though.



Ruth ; mea culpa ;  and best laid plans of mice and men. By the time I got up there I saw nothing but trouble ...
t
he trip started out pleasant and innocent  enough ;
a reunion of colleagues from the Findhorn Foundation in Scotland where I was a resident stonemason and beer maker.
Findhorn for those who don't know it is Britain's equivalent  California's  Esylen Institute at Big Sur.
Findhorn at its early foundations in the 70's was a Bohemian enclave
of;Dharma bums; artisan carpenters, flower power  plasterers, free love  painters; and back to the land  stone masons who wandered into the place with a back pack and well just never left.
The stone was good; the food was great and the beer was better;
Fresh faced  red freckled wild hair lassies helped the masons build a  wood burning sauna  on the North Sea that to this day I am told still holds the frivolity of the New years day swim and for  how many Swedish /Norwegian girl back packers you can cram  into a sauna; and that was the overall problem  because at the  reunion  after 35 yrs on the lam from the place no one could recognize anyone with their clothes on; the Laphroaig helped though.
The ride home with Daddy (father)  and sister was right out of Tennessee Williams Cat on a Hot Tin Roof  as  it  was sobering to say the least; scream therapy is best that describes it   as I was haunted and humbled by the experience that gives greater meaning to the fables of Oedipus, Cassandra, and the black widow that devours its young ...., oh well ..as Pogo says .. the hotter the fire  the harder the brick   /Py ..see you in Spring


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