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Once upon a time I became one of the far flung & I fetched up on a distant archipelago in the North Pacific, a place beyond my wildest African dreams. It was only going to be for a year. Anyone with passing familiarity with the God of Surprises, or the Yiddish proverb concerning plans and divine laughter, may well smile. This year marks half of my life lived Elsewhere, mostly in the land of the Rising Sun.
I worked in the capital for a few years before withdrawing to the relatively bucolic pace of the provinces. A beautiful inland sea lies to the south, and a blue ring of hills semi-surrounds the town. For the time being, my home is riverside among a row of sakura tree tops. Across a tottery wooden bridge there floats an idyllic island garden and a small, black castle called Crow.
The blog name refers to place (the Orient) and activity (orienting; or, as the British have it: orientating). I am fascinated by the mystery and miracle of emergence and have a particular fondness for the O Oriens antiphon sung on the winter solstice* celebrating the coming of the Light.
By some twist of fate, or irony, or grace, I am a teacher. I’m still figuring out what that means. All I know for now is that happiness in the classroom is a clue I am privileged to pursue. I ply my craft at a mission school. I’m still figuring out what that means, too.
I love those stories of scientists looking and looking and looking at a little piece of sky and with patience and imagination and with a bit of sensory and technological tweaking, gradually being able to see more and more of what has been there all along. So, to begin, perhaps we will proceed in the manner of constellations and see what arises from practicing attention? I’m delighted ever new by the dawning of understanding. Perhaps we shall experience some aurorae along the journey?
Here, I’d like to share things that light my way, deepen my awareness & leave tracks along my spiraling journey on the planet. I am jazzed, more than is probably good for my career, by the many enthusiasms of the amateur and generalist . . . as if I were headed for Ithaka (stopping at Phoenician trading stations for ‘mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony, sensual perfume of every kind’ and also in at ‘Egyptian cities to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars.’) The poet, Cavafy, advises:’Keep Ithaka always in your mind. . . But do not hurry the journey at all.’ Yes and yes!
You are welcome! I hope you find something good within.
p.s. If you’d like to contact me personally, I can be reached at towittowoo [at] outlook [dot] com.