Amor Fati

Today, I crossed the north american continent.  I flew in a bird made of aluminum and propelled by hydrogen fuel, off the ground to contemplate it from above...
I think of geography a lot.
I think of land division.  of history.
How we've shaped the earth the best we can..
I think of the First Nations. and of inexorable complexities.
I read Simone Weil while I was home.  ''L'Enracinement'' it was called.  I also read the novel of a second generation Japanese-American farmer in the valley of San Joaquim.
I think of having two homes.  Of the privilege it represents.  And I am grateful.  And I think, incessantly, about how to root myself down in reality.. how to work for the greater good of society, of life.. Thanks to Simone Weil also, I've finally managed to be able to name what it is; I want my work to be sacred.  I want to dedicate every breath and every drop of sweat to my God through it.. I want my relationship to time to change.  I want to live in the present, in my body, and with the awareness of a divine totality.  Truth is beauty.
And justice.?

Ma patrie?

Qui c'est, ma patrie?  Québec, tu me manques.  Oui, j'adore cette terre qui m'a adoptée ici, en Californie.  J'y suis présentement et pourtant ce soir je songe que j'aurai manqué tant d'années en ta présence.  Ce soir j'aurais envie de pouvoir apprendre à te connaître, à connaître ta culture, à pouvoir me gaver des sons que compose ta langue.  Québec, ne le prend pas mal.  Je pense à toi.  J'essaie de m'imaginer ce à quoi ma vie  avec toi pourrait être...

Je sais que tu es riche et belle.  Je vois ta puissance et ta ferveur.  Je vois ta souffrance aussi, ton prédicament... Je pense à toi.  Je me souviens.