To take a big leap.

I live on the side of a mountain.  We live on the side of a mountain, six of us, we have no other place right now and so we call this home.

Others live and work here too, but they live here.  Their own houses nestled in green hills off dirt roads.  Hidden by trees, used to the sudden talking breeze.  The rest of us six live out of our cars and are happy to have a place to work that doubles as where we sleep at night.  Dori and her man came here at end of an 8 month journey by car through the South Americas.  She is in school in Berkeley now she commutes down for a long weekend each month.  Mo has her shows, Jandro his man.  Jon, like me has no car, no home where he will return, and a drawing board wide-open and full of potential as the depth of his authentic smile.  We walked a long time today through the hills discussing our what we know for sure's.    I am stoked for him, we talked our futures out, our what we love and what we want and the realities of our needs.  How it is that it's him and me assures me I am right where I must be, getting my footing, to take a big leap.

I heard from someone today who is the closest blood I have to a sister and certain lines in her email tweaked my heart so sharp that through my smiles or laughs I felt tears.  They were the happiest kind, when you know life is right on time, and you know it most because you see the little ways each day you are so blessed.  Mine, the blessings, come the most in the forms of those who I love, who I can allow in and who trust our moments enough to trust me, too.  Countless hearts, you know?  Countless moments we've shared, we'll share, endings that come, and preludes and preparations too when you're certain what you're sharing is Begin....