It started with a movie that tangled the essence of the two worlds of personal fantasy. The land of my Heritage, and my passion for all things Anglican. The movie did not have the excessive budget, the next stimulating plot line, the defying performances of struggles, but it encaptured a romance of simplicity. Memories portrayed a definitive childhood consumed by an integration of absolute love, and focused attentiveness. A money driven life, full of given pleasures, showered an empty soul. But the soul found rejuvenation in the simplicity of hands, of tender submission, of quiet observance of nature's growth. There was a greed for passion, a conquered quest, but no trophy. There was a winner, but no victor. Only the sacrifice of the security that was assured, was he truly set free. That was when his true and honest vision became the constant reality of what we strive to know as life's purpose.
*Photos courtesy of John Tellaisha Photography