Deborah sent me back to California with a box full of homemade toffee and for three days all I ate for breakfast and lunch came out of that little box. Toffee and coffee, sugar and caffeine. It was a cheap way, and convenient, to stay powered. Now I'm in Eureka, old town which has been nicely revitalized even since I was here in 2004, writing. And drinking the best Americano ever. The toffee here makes me happy because there's only one piece of it, so I'm savoring, plus it is wet outside but not too cold, so the downtown dock air smells thick with salt.
Em took me to the herb store before her and Nick split, when we were done I realized my phone was missing and probably was left in the motel. I got back there and the woman was halfway through cleaning our room. My phone was nestled in my winter hat on her cart. She was happy to see me so happy. Timing. Timing is everything.
And my timing right now is that aligned with medicine of gypsy. I gave appropriate space for the decompression from Earth Activist Training that my psyche needed from me, on just the other side of that sat the details of living arrangements for the next few months. So I've retreated a few days, not to figure anything out but just to relax and shake it loose and have some fun, knowing this step is part of the alchemy of alignment. I got on the road yesterday to see Nick and Em, light and open music and floating up the 101. We ate, danced, did our thing. Slept in a cheap motel stinking of bleach. Today I'm a poetry girl and am looking forward to a sweat in the Arcata sauna-steam. All this, and knowing complete that when I get back to Monte Rio and the Cazadero hills I'll make good decisions and see things more whole. I'll see things all the way through.
A hike tomorrow, among the oldest and roundest redwoods, some quiet time and witnessing how they do and have always stood. That too will bring gyspy rightness. The magic of all-good.
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