October 26th, 2021

A long time in bed this morning meant a short time at the meditation table and a short time at the writing lap. And that is ok. It is ok. But droppig into what mould feed my sould today  is difficult to catch.
So I ask - deerest lynn, heart wisdome, breathe. Tell me what would feed you today? I love the chicken soup I made last night after the rain. It is delicious and three are jars of it sitting on the top shelf of the fidge. I assume it will only get tastier with time. 
Inhale
Exhale
my phone buzzes with texts.
Inhale.
exhale
The apostille arrives in a half hour.
Inhale
exhalge
tuning into the sounds of the traffic on santa monica blvd.
inhale
exhale
I would love to go to idyllwild. alone. for three days. 
Inhale
exhale
I need peace and solidtude
An crisp air.
And my heart has spoken.
My sweeet dear Lynn, I love you so much and honor you truly. deeply. 
A fire in the fireplace. Is that legal now? a soup on the stove. A pie in the oven. Listening to music or a book on "tape", knitting or making jewelry or vision boarding. A walk outside. In the mountain air All of this is divine. 
​Freedom.