2013-09-19; 9:02am, Thursday.  Partly cloudy with sun and cool temps, but seasonal.


Diary:  Lunch meets, new shoes and sad tidings.

~~Reporting on lunch with Elisabeth yesterday,  Don later and Herman tomorrow, while I brake in new shoes and  Derrick phones about loosing a dear older friend.~~

We had rain all day yesterday, a much needed change for the plant world and the dust of our city streets, from the many days of summer of which this is the third last one, at full moon to boot.  This then, must be the so called harvest moon!
	Elisabeth invited me for a byte of lunch yesterday at the Lazy Loaf and Kettle.  We had not seen each other for about a month, so it was good to reconnect again.  Last year we had the West Kootenay trip already behind us at this time.  
	As we left our lunch place I noticed a familiar face coming through the door opening and this turned out to be George Webber.  He as photographer and I as instructor, also in other guises, shared many hours and activities at SAIT, our former work place.  May be time we stay connected this time around, as opposed to the earlier meet at ShelfLifeBooks a year or so ago.

The sun shines into my kitchen again, which it does at the two equinox times of the seasons, but only in the mornings. I also get sun in the main window of the living area looking south.  
	I’m wearing in my new shoes as I type, sit and walk around this morning.  That is to test them out for suitability, before I take them out on the street, which means commitment.  The new ‘steppers’ feel good, so I think they are keepers.

At lunch hour, Don and I will meet at the Kingsland market, where I have not yet been since the Currie markets closed a few years ago.  Kingsland is open all year, but only on the weekends, while DJ’s is open every day but only from May to late November, depending on the frost.  On Friday it will be the turn for my lunch with Herman, a custom that was interrupted by our summer activities.
Derrick phoned yesterday to inform me that Angela, his school friend’s mother had passed on, the day before.  This is a big loss for Derrick, because he visited her frequently in Victoria over the last few years.  
	I was invited to Angela’s place for an old fashioned English style tea last June with her son and Derrick.  We spent a few amicable hours together, as we enjoyed each other’s company and the view across the Juan de Fuca straight from Angela’s apartment.  
	She was the type of person of whom you can say that ‘she will rest in peace’, although I’m old enough to know that we all have those ghosts of our own making that haunt us from time to time.  I am glad to have known her and that we met again so recently and yes ‘that she rest in peace‘!

Writings:  Consciousness as redemption continued.

~~Working with redemption, conscious awareness and global diversity.~~

I am still working with the idea of redemption within Existence Divine as I, as human being, bring consciousness to my daily experience.  I am ‘sculpting’ on an image where I redeem conscious understanding from the shores of entanglement to bank of understood interconnectedness as I ferry across the river of time in my daily experience.
	And as we know from this early summer June flood, rivers can roar with wild and woeful powers, attacking all that offers resistance, but at other times flow gently, calmly and peacefully, acting like a friend helping us along.

So I keep working with this imagery and content of redemption, consciousness and our daily lives, as we structure our world of experience, extracting meaning from it and adding the ethics that our traditions teach us.  And, not to forget, we add to this today’s imperative that we must learn to live with tolerance in our diversified world society.
	You could say that we are entangled in the diversity of our world today and that we need to redeem from it, ways and means to live in tolerance, which redemption is brought about through our applying our acquired conscious awareness.<10:19am~