Thoughts on the plane ride home

January 20, 2008
Returning from Australia & New Zealand
The thoughts running through my head form words
Words written on an airline napkin and then tucked inside my book -Doors to the Sacred - what an appropriate title to hold these thoughts. The napkin fell out of my book last week while I was preparing for my final class for this course. They don't sound like my words to me, but I guess they were. After all it is my handwriting and my book.

Kangaroos and Koalas so soft to the touch
Koalas shedding when touched like cats
Soft eyes, silent communication, no affect
Beyond words or expression
A world I cannot enter
Only marvel at the mystery
God's great mystery of creation.

I've a desire to connect with other creatures.
Connect ....... or subdue/dominate?

What about that bear?
His territory - His world - the one he dominates
Was he just trying to connect?
The great mystery remains
.... and God brought them to the man and
made them subject to him
What responsibility does that imply?