Spirit is tangled.  Odd feeling, or perception.  Can’t place or categorize, but communicating what I feel.

So… how I deal, WRITE.  Anything coming to mind.  Some frustrations with work, others elsewhere, and some energies that just won’t quiet no matter what words you offer.

So – MINDFUL.  Be present, thank the Universe for where you are…

Taking camera into Sonoma County today.  Picking up wine at Taryn’s, the a couple cases for the wedding at St. Francis.  And that is the day’s Story… writing some now, here, looking through pictures of the vineyards from years ago – 

Symbol obvious, time and growth, forming from one thing then into another.  Grapes and what they do, what they communicate.  That, seems like forever ago.  My full-time wine industry life.

Honestly, how did I survive that, coupled with the ‘the past life’ and being an adjunct at the JC?  Who knows, but here I am, simplifying and consolidating and singularizing.  Here, on the page.

Honestly, just what I’m deciding to do.

Like HST on his wild ride, and I have bought the ticket.  

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