Daily Archives: September 1, 2008

Joe Jackson’s Stepping out

Now –
The mist across the window hides the lines
But nothing hides the color of the lights that shine
Electricity so fine
Look and dry your eyes

We –
So tired of all the darkness in our lives
With no more angry words to say
Can come alive
Get into a car and drive
To the other side

Me babe – stepping out
Into the night
Into the light
You babe – stepping out
Into the night
Into the light

We –
Are young but getting old before our time
We’ll leave the TV and the radio behind
Don’t you wonder what we’ll find
Stepping out tonight

You –
Can dress in pink and blue just like a child
And in a yellow taxi turn to me and smile
We’ll be there in just a while
If you follow me

Me babe – stepping out
Into the night
Into the light
You babe – stepping out
Into the night
Into the light

Nice quote, Tom. Perfect for the night.

From one home to another

[Bahasa Indonesia]
It is September. On the 17th, I’ll be off to Scotland for a six-month study in Beshara.

These upcoming months of my life was started by one of those unexpected turns in my life. I was introduced to the Beshara group in Jakarta last year.

I attended a weekend course and I must admit I did not connect instantly. But something has pulled me to the group again and again. I obeyed, partly out of curiosity.

Earlier this year, I attended another weekend course. Toward the end of the course, I stroke up a casual conversation with one of the facilitators. I asked whether it was possible for me to join the course on scholarship. He said, “Just email the school director.” The statement was that simple.

The process was amazingly just as simple. I ‘ignored’ that remarks for a week, then something prompted me, and I thought, well, why not. I have nothing to lose.

I emailed the director. The director responded. Yes. Yes??!?!? I text-ed a couple of friends, forwarded the email, and asked whether I have understood the email correctly. I was. Wow.

Some friends asked (over and over again) how come I got the scholarship, on what ground. The only answer I could give them was: “Perhaps, all you have to do is ask.” A succumbing answer given due to lack of other logical explanation. No need for one.

And the rest is history. I received the acceptance email in March this year. Then life happened. Now we are in September. Two weeks from now, I shall be in Scotland, God willing.

Scotland. The region has been very close to my heart. My friends and family know how much I have fallen in love with the place.

So when they heard I was going to Scotland, there were only two comments made: “It is meant to be” and “Oh, you are going home.”

Yes, I feel like I am going home. I am going home. I am going, from one home to another. It is meant to be. I am merely walking it.

If you go there–and you go there with me, I am sure you can see what I see, and feel what I feel, then you might understand why.

I woke up this morning to a text by a dear friend: “May all kind efforts lead the soul to true enlightenment, even if it is not the easiest road.”

I know. You know. No other does. Deep breath.

pics taken from Beshara, Stirling Uni, and Gettyimages.