Jack, you asked for a new blog, and I'm not sure what to say or where to begin.
In one sense, it doesn't feel any different to be on U.S. soil as it did to be on the rich earth of South Africa. At the same time, I feel adrift in an ocean and am not sure where the tide is taking me. It would seem that I was supposed to leave South Africa when I did, or, from Immigration's point of view, sooner. I feel like I was drafted. I sure didn't volunteer to leave.
I have heard that we are always where we're supposed to be. It is beautiful here and I am so glad to be with my daughter and Teeny and Bujo. At the same time, to be here, means I am not there, and I am saddened not to be there.
God in Heavenletters™ has mentioned questions we often have such as:
Who am I? Where am I? Where do I belong? What's going on?
And so, even though a recent Heavenletter says that there is no between, I am feeling, well, very betwixt and between.
When I wrote my resume for my application for a South African sabbatical visa, from the distance of time and space, I could see that my life had been orchestrated. I didn't see it at the time, but now I do. It is like my whole life was laid out for me, as though I was following a certain precise flute music. Are our lives orchestrated?
If so, what song is the flute playing now, and where does it lead?