It has been a beautiful day. It has been a day of cleaning, remembering, sorting, dusting and loving. Both Steve and I had nothing to do today but clean the house and ready for poker. I dusted the bedside tables and books; we did laundry, folded and put away, vacuumed and mopped and organized the shed. I picked up the poop in the yard, emptied the compost and walked the dogs on two wanderings about the property. I rode my bike to town, drank wine and smoked some new low THC high CBD marijuana. I listened to the Working Girl and Mermaids sound tracks from the eighties and early nineties and reveled in my partner, pets and home. It was a good day.

I can’t express how grateful I am for friends, family and loved ones; loved ones, including the four furry animals that procession through and bless my little trailer, with their adventures and longings. I feel blessed by my community as well. All is becoming integrated, all is still, dark and languid with the season, and all feels deeply rooted and subtle in my body. There is a newness and lightness that has melded with realness surrounding my days and nights. Again, I feel blessed.

My glass of wine sits by my computer, my IPhone untouched for the day. In fact I have not gotten in a car nor talked to a soul on the phone all day. Dusk is upon us and only a few cars stream by on the 35 mile an hour road in front of my house on little Lopez Island. Steve is lighting a fire and the dogs are snoozing on the sofa. Light fills my spiritual heart and my mind is culled with all of the cleansing and reveling of the day. A rain begins to pitter outside, and thoughts of serenity fill my brain. I am present, I am home.