There is a quickening in the air of the Pacific Northwest. The daffodils are blooming, the plum blossoms are full out. Even the grey skies take on subtle colors aided by patches of brilliant blues as the sky peeks through the convergence stream that ripples above us.
Selene and I leave the Seattle area tomorrow to visit our place in the Santa Cruz mountains. I love the rugged beauty of this northern place with its lofty Olympics oft bedecked in a soft mist, but home for me is still centered in the deep redwood forests mixed with Madrone, oaks, and firs. That land calls to me, pulls gently on my heart strings, and it reminds me to settle in deeply, feel the time locked in by those woods. An ocean laughs below, waving at us as we take flight in the metal dragon whose breath lifts us gently, whose radar eyes search ahead, whose sensitive ears hear the music of the VORTACs and whose internal sense of place confirm its traverse is on track. The pilots will let her ply the skies on her own. She is happy.
Selene and I will be down in the ay Area the week of April 26th. I'd like to meet up with you, Russell and Rowa
That would be wonderful
Best of skill at that court thing. I'll add my attention field to your desired outcome.
I'd much appreciate that. I can use all the magical and energetic help I can get. *hugs*