Ultreia, take one

In the Garden of the Refugio of the Resurrection

Finishing my business in Pamplona took quite longer than anticipated, and it was two o'clock before I even started walking out of town (allthough I'd been walking more or less all day). At some point I started singing the song that would eventually become ULTREIA (aka. "We'll meet again"). Assorted lines came during the day; lines like "There is sweetness and light in Ultre-e-ei-aa..." and many others (I recorded a few of them - and might even publish them aswell at some point to document fragments of the creative process).

Late that night; I was not tired at all, even though the night before had been short and hard, even though the day had been long and hard; I was sitting in the walled in garden of the refugio with another nightcap and some of the holy ganja when I knew ("in a flash of insight") how the structure of the thing had to be - and I recorded it imediatly without rehearsal. 'Most everybody were sleeping, so I had to sing with the gentlest of voices - and thus the first version sounds like some lullabye even though it is a walking song or a psalm.

Listening to the recording afterwards forced a stream of gratefull tears from my eyes and two strangled deep sobs from my throath. The honour of beeing a tool of the Lord to much for my fragile pilgrim mind; that vision of heaven more beautifull than anything I had ever imagined.