Returning Home

I am milking the feeling of returning home but not returning to old patterns, leaving space for possibilities. It is delicious. 

We are enjoying each other's company with nothing specific to accomplish, puttering in the weeds, buying new blueberry plants to put in the flower garden, dancing with friends … but not too much - this is shifting as well, in acceptance that I love my feet too much to harm them with dance.

And then there is SoulCollage which always opens and surprises. The last one I read as a vertical falling into the reality of presence vs the horizontal axis of time and form, yet it looks like it could mean many other things and probably will.

Hard not to see the attack of Fascism.