(that is a view of GW bridge as the train goes under... gorgeous) The fact that I didn't misspell the name of the small town in Brazil where John of God hangs out is an indication of something. Something big. or not, yes.
Off to the land of mangos and meditation, again - and as I told a new friend - both of those are God.
As are you.
As are me.
Holiness we are in this beautiful world.
Which means that me wearing wool socks with plastic sandals is holy too.
Which is awesomesauce.