Front of postcard: The San Juan Islands at sunset.
Iain Robinson, OBC
October 20, 1998.
Hi! Just on the ferry from Friday Harbor to Lopes Island. Beautiful fall afternoon. Great to be on a cruise if only for one and half hours. Hope you are all well. I think I’m almost at the end of my tether regarding traveling having been on the move since I left Throssel early August. Oh and I’m now on e-mail so-help-me I feel sick with the possibilities. We will be in touch. Mugo
Front of the postcard: A train in full steam on the Ribblehead viaduct
Remembrance of things fast. The Guardian On-line, 2001.
September 4th, 2011.
Hi! Just sitting here by the gas fire late in the evening. Relaxing. I know I have some important emails to write, emails to answer that are days old. I hope people understand why I’m a bit behind. What I said back then about being sick with the possibilities was a positive by the way. I think you know that, right? It’s madness now to think I actually had to ask you and Dave to write a report making a case for me being on email. And now look at us, pushing messages and reports back and forth at the speed of light! As you well know I was the first monk to officially have an email address. All due to your encouragement and Dave’s hand-me-on laptop. I was both proud and scared to be the first. Those early days traveling, hooking up to peoples phone lines and constantly changing my smtp settings. Now we catch a connection out of thin air! Goodness, and I stuck with my original compuserve address for TEN YEARS. Did I ever tell you that my very first email was a phishing one? Jane was beside me when it came in and was so ashamed, she was involved in the engineering of the Internet. They all had high aspirations for the Internet and were saddened by it’s miss use.
I might write, Wish you were here but I won’t, because I don’t. Sitting here on my own, with the gas fire hissing and the clock ticking, I’m happy as things are. We must not lose touch though. Mugo
3 thoughts on “Keeping In Touch”
I came across the postcard I’d written to Iain and thought it worth recording what I’d said back in the early days of my traveling life. And the very early days of traveling with a laptop and using email.
Dear Reverend Mugo, I’m just so moved by the images you have given me of you and Edera saying goodbye to Iain on the train, riding the bus up to the viaduct, sorting through his things and finding suitable homes for them. They are images that will stay with me. Rest well, rest in the knowledge of all the love surrounding you. Today’s post reminded me that travelling through time is sometimes even harder for me than travelling through space.
Thanks Sue, I must sense that I/we are held during this time – thank you for your part in all of this. I hear what you say about travelling back in time, for me it is more like a film replaying. A rediscovery.