Good old NYC

So had a nice weekend... got lots done... seen one of my good mates an did some catching up... that was emmense.

Ireland didnt do to good today tho!

im heading to new york on tues mornin for a weeks holidays with some friends. its exciting an i was thinkin bout how i was goin to pass the 8 hour flight journey...

i think alot about the journeys im on with other people in this plane of existence... because to me, people are so important, my mates to me are like what oxygen is to a flame...

some work journeys, some band journeys, some meaningless, some meaningful, some unexpected, some dissappointing, some majorly heartlifting, some that are beginning, some that are ending, some that are journeyin through the valley of pain, some that are soaring like the eagles...

but one journey is really goin round my mind this last week or so...

on a continuum it looks like this...

journey begins, band, meaningful, best buds, some valley walking, some soring like the eagles then recently, after many years, meaningless... and now coming to an end...

and in typing that it brings a tear to my eye... what can this be all about... can we just live out our purpose in a friendship and then be discarded like yesterdays news? is that the way it works... BIGGER QUESTION, is that how God intends it to be...?

i suppose the turbulence on the journey are something to be endured and even learnt from... most of the time the journey continues with a greater appreciation that you are still 'journeying' but sometime the turbulence take the engines out... leading next to a slow and most of the time painful decent to enevitable end.

another question...
can there any survivors...