Day 1. Monday, June 22, 2015

On the road again. Now I know how Willie Nelson feels.

I begin my third European trip blog. As I write this I am on a bus to Montréal, where I catch a flight to Athens. There’s a lot going on in Athens right now, but I’m not at all concerned. Suppose I get stuck in Greece, surrounded by wonderful people and gorgeous, peaceful scenery? I can think of worse things.

From the time I arrived back from my Spain-England-Scotland trip of last month I have hit the ground running. No rest for the wicked. I had one of the most difficult months of my life. I lost the love of my life, packed up everything I owned into a rental truck and drove 3½ days to Florida, started moving in to my new condo in Boca Raton, a place I know no one. And it was hot! Steamy! I was living surrounded by boxes. And well before I got everything unpacked I flew back to Vermont to spend my birthday and Father’s Day with my kids and granddaughter. That part was wonderful, but I also ran into some very difficult times with Amy in the process. I won’t go into that; she wouldn’t like it.

Psychic Reading

A highlight of the trip “home” was getting a psychic reading from Jean-Jacques Guyot, whom I trust implicitly and who never ceases amaze and to trigger new, huge insights in me. This time was no exception. All I will say about it is I went in pretty much feeling despair and some anger, and I came out seeing my relationship with Amy with new, much healthier eyes. It’s like almost everything was put in perspective. That’s the beauty of the Three Principles; one moment everything looks bleak, and in another moment things look completely different. I would tell you more about it but I am not willing to write that personally right now. Maybe by the time the book I’m working on comes out; who knows?

As I take my second bus out to the Montreal Trudeau Airport I feel weary to my bones. I need a vacation.

At the airport thoughts and images (which are also thoughts) of Amy bombard me and haunt me. I didn’t want to let her go. I had no choice. I see her everywhere. I want to share everything I do and see with her, as I have for ten years. But that is no longer to be. If she wants to know what I’m up to, she can read this blog. I don’t think she will. Anyway, thank God I know they’re only thoughts of my own creation. If I didn’t know this I’d be ten times more lost than I feel—a hundred times. It’s tough enough as it is.

Flight over was not great but could have been worse. I only got about an hour and a half sleep, if I was lucky. I spent the time doing final proofreading of final proof on the Three Principles history book: Paradigm Shift. Should be out in a month, I would guess. I hope I’m right. And I had to write some stuff for one of the papers Tom Kelley and I wrote, because the peer reviewers commented on things we had to fix for it to be published. So much to do—always it seems, in my life.

But I am looking forward to this new adventure.