Highland Place - update & watching snails

[Guest guest]

Dear Amanda,

 

Thanks for your kindness. You always make a person feel so welcome

and at ease.

 

You know, it's crazy, but I just have to do this thing. Simply can't

explain it. Just a wild idea to get people of all persuasions

together to talk, commiserate and laugh for no reason at all, a being

within Being. Just friends being friends. This seems as if it will

sort of organically develop. Sort of grow like Topsy.

 

That thingy is an old school bus converted into a camper but a UFO

communicator would certainly be useful.

 

No plans for building in the meadow but then who knows what happens in

the flow of life.

 

Watched the snails as Bootsie and I took our morning stroll. They

were either heading into the middle of the road where certain death

awaited them from later heat or were heading to the edge of the road

and the vegetation where life awaited. Very random and accidental. A

mini reminder of our life and its twists and turns. Very fatalistic

this understanding that nothing whatsoever can be done. Makes life

really precious. All these words just meaningless twaddle merely for

entertainment and to pass time which only exists when we think and

play with these words our crown or clown hat. We're just whistling in

the dark to keep away the bogey man. Yet these words may provide a

measure of comfort in the understanding that we are all in the same

boat of randomness and accident. We put on our brave front and life

goes on. Hey, what do I know? Nada. Then there are those who say

that there is no birth or death that one is all nothing but pure

consciousness. Seems like more dreaming. What is there beyond hope

and fear? Damned if I know. Words! Words! Words!

 

In that philosophic old song from Italia:

 

Some think the world is made for fun and and frolic, and so do I, and so

do I.

 

Some think it right to be all melancholic, to pine and sigh, to pine

and sigh.

 

Harken, harken music sounds afar. Harken, harken music sounds afar.

Finiculi, Finiculi, Finicula.

 

Love is everywhere Finiculi, Finicula.

 

 

Life, love, peace and joy to you,

 

Victor

 

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Quoting mumble cat <mumblecat:

 

On Fri, 22 Sep 2000 00:21:46 Victor Torrico wrote:

>The wildflowers are putting

>on a magnificent display. The shagbark hickory trees and the black-

>walnut trees are providing all kind of nuts for storage.

 

Sounds like an absolute dream !

 

Shall we start booking rooms now ?

 

The Highland Place will be built in a very beautiful and peaceful looking place.

Can a retreat center have a more auspicious start ?

 

Do you plan to build anything in the meadow ?

 

And what's that little thingy standing in the middle of the meadow in picture

no. 7 ?

A UFO communication device ?

 

Thanks for posting the pictures and for writing the update.

 

 

Love,

 

Amanda.