my days have been filled with readings, writings, discussions, prancing in forests with snow birds.
and stuffing my brain with as much information as it can take. which is a lot more than i originally thought. ha. there's a pun in there somewhere but i'm too tired to extract it.
and i'm back again. in florida, where i need to acclimate to the curtain-thick humidity and the necessity of sunglasses anytime i step outside or just generally look out a window.
i've been ordering journals, books, pens, pen refills, and one fabulous aluminum ring that is symbolic of all that is wild and free inside me.
you see, one week before this trip, i woke up shaking and crying from a dream. i woke husband and begged him to help me not go. to work it out another way, somehow.
i didn't know how i could do it alone.
but i pushed on. i journaled my freaking hand off. and the words of wisdom returned:
go. go on this wild, soulful adventure. you will return. safely. you will not regret it.
and so it is.
much more later. for now, i am ruminating in all the flavors i've picked up the last few weeks.
thank you all, dear readers, for your patience.