I got up at 4:15 for the second day in a row today. I am not manic, just so exhausted and sore I can’t sleep too much. The move was incredible. Friends showed up and graced us with their smiles and strong bodies. At the end of the day we got our cats moved and switched our phone; day three in a marathon of scrubbing our new house, painting it, moving all of our furniture and packing the remainder of our stuff. I came out actually knowing where things are that I need, and a minor major wound on my collar bone and neck from my 22 pound black cat, a sweet “scaredy” and a bit of a brute.

I apologize to anyone who has read a blog of mine and feels offended. I am not ill willed towards anyone in my life, I am grateful for this venue to express my fears, hopes, dreams and inner workings, and my advice to you is please just don’t read it. The world is not obsessing about my blog; it is filled mostly with kind and hopeful words, and touches just a few hearts. That being said I am going to go on expressing my truth and speaking to those people who appreciate my words and whom lives I do grace.

The moon is a day away from being full, at 4:25, I am walking my dogs around their new “park” and I let go of Bruce’s leash as he sniffs and walks into the brush. Bounding out of the wild and long grass, he returns to me, lovingly, and I tell him he is such a good boy. The grass is frosty and the full moonlight twinkles and sheens on the freshly mowed grass. I am home, I return. All is blessed and sacred. I am tired, so tired, but very, very thankful.