I’m back from my reprieve where the profound was abundant with less than subtle cues.

For about three days on the Big Sur coast I began to feel like a watery-eyed mystic, tearing up and overflowing like a blissful fountain at the slightest glance of a flower.  Ahhh…to have space to crack open, break down and let life touch deeply.

Though I was unplugged, I took plenty of notes.  I’ll be gathering the napkin and paper bag tid bits,  the notepads scrawls and journal entries and compiling them into some sort of chronicling that can be shared.

More filaments gathered for weaving.  Continuing to follow the thread…