I was in San Francisco for a little more than two days.  I saw two of my dear friends there.  They poured their loving balms upon my soul.  I had a strong sense of safety in that big city with my friends by my side, something I thought I would never feel there.  I laughed a lot.  I tangled my hair in the coastal wind.  I sipped on gin.  I smiled at some chickens.  I basked in the glow of Napa and Sonoma at golden hour.  I can’t wait to return.  I can’t wait to go back.  That’s the honest truth.

I am at home now, at the strawbale house, for a little more than twenty-four hours before I leave on a river trip for the better part of week.  I have that too-taut feeling of being completely out of my creative routine but I’m ignoring it and doing my best to go with the flow.  I know as soon as I am adrift on the river, under a wide sky, I’ll have a sense of expansion and space in my heart again and I can hardly wait.

Until we meet again,

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