Still looking for the Promised Land

As Andrew Lloyd Webber would say, let's begin again. I keep restarting my book because the world keeps changing. I haven't talked about my book in a long time because I kind of set it aside. I don't want my book to be about gangs and drugs I want it to be about something else but that's what people want to hear. They want drama and dirty laundry. I don't. I'm sick of it. 

As most people know I love motorcycles. I've ridden full season for many years and this is the first season I'm offline in a long time. So I'm breaking out the kayaks not the motorcycle this summer. That's living my dream. 

I'm planning three road trips across Canada and the US. I was going to go to Alaska this summer but it's a good thing I didn't because I blew my engine and it would have sucked to have that happen in the middle of nowhere. 

The original idea of my book was to remix the old epic Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I'm not so big on religion any more but I've always been big on philosophy and morality. You don't need a religion to have morals. As the introduction to the book Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance declares, "And what is good, Phaedrus, And what is not good. Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?” No we don't. We all know.

I was hoping to do Asia after that and one day do Morocco on a motorcycle but I'm thinking I might do Asia before the cross Canada and America tour. Trump certainly isn't encouraging tourism in his second tenure. I'm not going to visit there while he's president. So I'll visit somewhere else. Anywhere else. 

These ICE prisons are insane. They're killing the dream so they are. That's not what America was supposed to be about. So I feel a little like Joseph in Andrew Loyd Webber's musical. Joseph had a dream then everything went to sh*t. 

His brothers, the other 11 Tribes of Israel, were jealous of him so they sold him to be a slave in Egypt. Joseph started to do pretty good then it all came crashing down around him and he ended up in prison. He's like, close every door to me. Hide those I love from me, children of Israel have been promised a land of their own. Well, they have to share. They're still working on that part. They can't even share with their own brothers let alone their neighbours. It's a work in progress so it is.

My point is, Joseph gets kind of discouraged and says may I return to the beginning. The light is dimming and the dream is too. He had this dream then WTF? Sometimes I feel like that but I keep rolling along like Bob Seger. Circumstances change and goals are amended. Right now I have adult kids coming out of the ying yang and I wouldn't change that for the world. 

So I think Asia's next on the list. Every nation's going to eventually open up and I want to be a part of that. I'm not interested in missionary work but I am interested in travel in closed countries to pave the way for freedom's light to illuminate every corner of the big blue marble. Maybe they can help us save our dream like the pioneers did a long time ago.

Years ago there was a TV series called Promised Land. A family sold their home, bought a trailer and drove across the USA. It was nice. Yet right now the thought of America being the promised land is very far from the truth. Just like Joseph's dream, the American dream has had some setbacks of it's own. 

Yet I am reminded that there will be stakes of Zion in every nation on earth. There's a gathering alright. A gathering of good and a gathering of evil and in that day many will be deceived. 

So next year it's Asia for me. I'm still looking for the promised land so I am. Looking for the gathering of good in Asia and respecting their unique culture without passing judgement or trying to sell them a used car. Let's see what they have to offer. The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.