what have i got to share? that i'm home now? that i am sitting at my desk while the rain falls outside, wondering if anything i could possibly write will do justice to the rattles and inklings and earthquakes and hungers that i am bringing attention to? i am full. and connected. quiet and conscious. tired and a little sick. wanting to help. and hug. and feed and tend and heal. all while longing for scent and touch and hot soup (with extra pepper). to embody what it is to gather and capture the grace of humanity, in all its unleashed sarcastic vulgarity, meeting divinity and the lights that show up when the switch is turned off.

all i have to share is myself. clouds parting and becoming ever more clear of my purpose. twisted and stretched out, taking ever more solidly a new form. one that claims space, is without abandon, and waits, to be sure, before saying yes. to be sure of intention, of integrity, of discernment, of knowingness.

the week i spent in england changed me. not from something i wasn't, but more into something i already was. i learned that acceptance, joy, and the finest of living, does not have to leave one indebted. quite the opposite, these things are freely gifted when the right door is opened.

sas (the truth), leonie (the wise), penny (the mystic), jo (the conduit), megg (the wings), susannah (the muse), and emma (the grace): you are the champagne, the toast, the darkest chocolate, the wit, the fortune, the prediction, the song, the healing, and the warmest hand-knit knee socks a girl could ever dream of resting in.

i love you.