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packing and such …

and then on the road …  and to see Caitlin and Thomas. WOW.

We drove up on the Blue Ridge Parkway and the green in so many shades seduced me into a wonderful humor. The white dog wood and the other purple, pink, orange, and mauve blossoms dripped all throughout the green. The tall dark tree trunks were like sentries … holding the sky up so green could flourish and announce that there really is life after death. I saw a wild turkey but asked to see a Pheasant and a few miles later there was one walking across the road (I think it was one anyway). I prayed for a bear if it was in the highest good for everyone and I saw no bear but maybe one saw me.

  (Photo taken last year)

(and a new one to come May 21), families, and friends.

I’ve always wanted to be someone else. Now I’ve decided to forgive all my judgements, my criticisms – my separation from my self – and come home. I’m fairly simple. I like to love, help out, hug, smile, cry. I’ve wanted so much to be clever, sophisticated, smart – so much so that I’ve missed acknowledging my own strengths, my wisdom, my experience – with life and death, with being with great human drama/crisis and being steady.

I’m coming home, finding my own starness, my own selfness. This separation act is the same thing we do with spirit, deny, repress, reject – separate -. We create the dream of separation and relive and relive the pain. Releasing the dream, we awaken to our own uniqueness yet acknowledging our sameness as other beings. The pull and tug are over. Joy rushes in, explodes.