Friday 29th January

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All my relations go rotten when alcohol is involved. Even a quiet evening in Headingley becomes a vicious monster once a few beers have been consumed. All about which fighter was Germany's main aircraft in the Second World War! Such a trivial mindless unimportant argument about the past, the dark days of the twentieth century. It doesn't matter. Nothing will change as a result of this passionate and brutal onslaught. Instead of this I could see peace.

Decided to head to Hebden Bridge slightly earlier. Not feeling Leeds this morning. Needed to be mindful and let last night fold back on itself. I am blessed as a Son of God. There is a way of seeing last night as another lesson on my stubborn mind. The pain I bring in to being is finite. Perhaps the target I have given my self is the problem.  Waiting for Lent is so silly! Christ didn't chose to go into the wilderness on a specific date! He went because he was called.

There is no time. The system says that there is, but that is an illusion to keep the trains on time and everyone marching to the beat of the wrong sort of drum. The timbre is loose and the snare rattles.

It's raining again. It's too warm again. People look miserable. They wear the weather like a frown. Oh wake up Daniel it is you projecting onto the world. The real world is not this one at all.

The now. Present. Being present. Be here now. Pay attention here and now.

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So an hour early I step from the Northern train, which carries on to Manchester Victoria, and I get to see Hebden Bridge for an hour. It is the confluence of two rivers. Two valleys appear to join here, so I noticed a multiplicity of mills, chimneys and water gushes everywhere: the floods over Christmas 2015 have rampaged the retail sector, and some municipal and residential too; they seem resilient so will bounce back. Building a town in a valley next to any water has pluses and minuses - most profit may become loss in seasons of flood or drought. It is a risk humanity has always taken. And it is usually very windy on the top of the dales so that is left to sheep and the more weather hardy!

Time to carry on up to York Street on the right bank of the Calder and see the Course group; I hope they like my banana bread?

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Refreshed! Back to Leeds to return to an earlier chapter as I might not be ready for chapter 25 yet. Bon voyage - "may the Course be with you"!

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